How about with Love?
In my ponderings of Love--What is it? Have I ever really felt honest Love? What generates these feelings?--I have come to understand a little more about the human condition.
In my experience, love is not something magical that only occurs between two people who have tied themselves together in a helpless cycle of emotions like in the movies. I actually think I've felt genuine love for beauty more than people. I love my family, I love my friends, my dog, many people and things, but the purest love I've felt has been sparked by a realization of the beauty of life in general. In attempts to wrap my noggin around how perfect the universe is, how perfectly every piece of it fits together, I become overwhelmed by a sense of what I can only describe as Love. Maybe that's just the little artist in me who can't turn off her constant wonder-filled musings of her surroundings. Or maybe I've always taken love of people for granted and this new outlet of love is simply a fresh sensation. If you were to ask me what I loved the most in this world, I think my most honest response would be that I love knowing I'm alive.
Yeah, that seems right. Do you know how I know when I'm in love with someone? I know if he makes me feel alive and being with him makes me appreciate all the beauty around me. Or something like that...
I love the river. I've had many a night when I'm wrapped up in my sleeping bag staring at the changing sky and the constant moon being rocked to sleep by the sound of the current when I feel my heart seep it's loving stuff into every cubic centimeter of my body. The river provides a sort of blissful constancy that I love.
It's just incredible just how much love the heart is capable of.
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