A Little Thing Called Love

It starts as soon as we are born

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There are many different types.

It surrounds and consumes most of our daily lives.

 

In a way, it’s what keeps us motivated to become better.

But it also is a root of many of our problems.

What is this thing we call love?

From birth, we feel it from our parents, most of us anyway. From that moment, most parents want what is best for their child in their lives. That is one of the few things that never change in life.

Love seems to have different stages and seems to be the gateway for all the emotions that we feel throughout the day. Parental love eventually isn’t enough for one’s life. When that beautiful baby turns five, he/she starts kindergarten. We all saw the one kid who we thought was cute, but were too scared of cooties to say anything.

Eventually all of that changes, and our journey to find a love we want to last a lifetime begins. We have our first “girlfriend” or “boyfriend” in middle school, and the journey only expands from there.

High School comes around and the ship begins to take off. Love provides not only the joy and happiness in one’s lives, but also most pain and sorrow. Whether it’s breaking up, or not being noticed by that blue eyed wonder until it’s too late, love seems to provide the majority of pain in the growing years.

We all turn down perfectly good people because they are flawed in some way, all just because we are searching for the one person who can make our lives whole. It could be attractiveness, personality, ego, or just no sparks are flying between the two.

Then you have what I like to call the “lucky ones”, those of us who we know our entire lives, have an instant connection with, and are able to be with each other without jumping through all the hoops no questions asked. We all aspire to have a love like these people. We envision it, we embrace it, we ask for it, and eventually, when the time is right, we receive it.

Love. It provides the joys, it provides the sorrow and pain, it provides the adventure. This little thing called love, defines who we are, who we’ve become, and who we strive to be.