No Such Thing
Erich Segal in his book Love Story says, “Love means never having to say ‘you’re sorry.’” This might be true if we loved perfectly, but no love is perfect. It often means saying you’re sorry. I was once asked long ago what love means. Sometimes we don’t get it until we’ve been married for nearly fifty years. Then you begin wondering how much time is left until death parts you. Then of course it’s too late.
Our perceptions are different when we are young, but as a couple ages together they both begin to understand. It takes time for love to take hold. Meanwhile there might be a lot of “sorties” along the way. Why? No love is perfect. If there is a perfect love then there is no need to say, “I’m sorry.”
Love grows. I know it does. Sometimes it does with a lot of heartache and pain. But if it grows, there are a lot of sorties along the way. Love is not chosen, but often does the choosing. And if it chooses correctly, there is a lot of growth and if it chooses wrongly there is a lot of heartache and pain. Love either grows or it stagnates and dies. But how do we know? Time always tells.
No love is perfect, but we can strive for perfection in love. And it’s not just a romantic love, but just a love for everyone, including ourselves. As a Buddhist I can reach the point where I can’t love those who have taken Human Life, but unless somehow I know otherwise everyone gets the benefit of the doubt regardless of any evil. I told my wife I strive to love as God does, but I’m still human and still judge, but I’m constantly working on it. And that is all God asks of us.
I ponder the meaning of love this morning as I smoke my St. Nicholas Savinelli pipe this morning with some Autumn Evening pipe tobacco. My coffee this morning is Stumptown Holler Mountain coffee. Thank you for your time and Peace AND Love to each one of you.
Dave
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