Wabi Sabi

What is Love?

Ah. That age-old philosophical question.

To be honest, defining Love feels like writing a blurb for the chaotic flurry of ideas that is my book… Put simply, defining love isn’t going to work. Here’s what i do know:

1. In all that i see, everything i touch, even in who i am; there is Love. A faint gorgeous outline of it.

2. Love is a feeling… but it is also an idea. A commitment. A breathing. A going. A living.

3. I am in love. With the way the sky looks different everyday, and how people’s faces light up with delighted surprise when you compliment them, and lighting + rain, and gentle people, and passionate people, and those moments of true life. I am in love, that i know.

4. It was a slow fall… A delicate one. But i have fallen in love with him. 🙂 Before i had, he simply reminded me of love. To love. To be loved.

5. Today i saw love in my brother, in the tea i made for Aggie, in my friends (with wounded hearts themselves). I saw it in the light that reached through the trees at exactly 5:53pm, i saw it in Ouma’s eyes, and Moose’s eyes, and my eyes.

6. I think love is also shown through creation. Literature, art, music, fresh ideas, invention, movement, life. This, right here, right now, is me showing love… maybe that’s why i long to do it so much.

7. But can love love fade? Personally, i don’t think it can. In my mind, love is energy, and (like energy) cannot die, ever.

It can however change – for a list of reasons too long to hold. I like the idea, though, that once we’ve decided to love something, a part of us always will.

We need love. Like a fire needs fuel, how songs need soul, and how our hearts need to beat so hard they burn. We need love as much as bees need flowers, and our lungs need air to breathe.

We are made to love.