It is a little thing that makes us strong and weak.
It is everywhere but hard to find, like a needle hidding in sand.
A flower that blooms all year round when it is nurtured.
It is always deaf to the commands of the mind.
In difficult times you discover if it is real or a lie.
It is disguised in the dictionary as a simple word,
But no definition is good enough to understand it.
We must live it, breathe it, and hold on to it to keep its opposite away.
That is the power that such a thing holds.
It is the cure to the illness of the world.
But only those who feel it deeply can feel its real power.
It is that simple but complex thing which we call love.
Love is to be celebrated every day, but it is great that love has its day to celebrate it big. Love goes beyond a man and a woman during Valentine’s Day. Love is always a verb. But of course it is so commercialized, like most holidays that should be peaceful, and it becomes chaos. It becomes the need to please what it should look like, and not what it really is. Those that need to meet the expectations feel frantic about it, those that don’t have a partner feel lonely for not having someone to meet those expectations with. I’ve never had a frantic Valentine’s Day, and I don’t think I’m missing much. I do remember my childhood celebrations, and the fact that I grew celebrating The Day of Love and Friendship. That’s what I still celebrate today.
Love requires understanding, and to be honest, it is hard to truly understand love. Love is, as cliché as it may sound, loving all living things, and that is extremely hard to do. I say it so, because the hardest person to truly love is oneself. The love from within us has power beyond limits, but many of us go through life not even trying to understand what love truly is, because we spend more time in the external than in understanding who we are and how immense is the love we carry. Love is compassion, love is forgiveness, love is letting go, and love can’t be fully described because it is endless…
Beatriz (c) 02/09/2014