Who's Line is it Anyway?
Nine months ago, I was asked to write a paper in English class on a love which I had lost.
Odd don't ya think? Me, write anything on love? I don't even know what it means, in fact most of me doesn't believe in it.
I thought it was funny though, my professor gave me a 'D.' All because I told the truth. I didn't have a lost love, so how could I write about something I didn't have. Guess he didn't see it that way.
Since then I have been on search for "love" not so much to find it in someone or something, but more to understand it and learn where it comes from. Though I have been told love is not to be understood, it is to be accepted.
So here lies the big question...what is love?
I opened my paper with this:
"Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility. It is; therefore, able to undertake all things, and it completes many things. To love something or someone so much that it is considered to be a lost is very powerful, but do we really know what love means enough to say such a thing? Love is a strong emotion that most people take for granted. It is an emotion that people use in the wrong way and said for the wrong reasons...Love is ::a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection and attachment::"
There were two reasons I couldn't write about a lost love; I didn't have one and at the time, didn't know what love was. Let's add a third; I didn't believe in love.
Ask me now, nine months later, to write about a lost love...I can't...ask me now, nine months later, if all three reasons still stand...yes, in a way.
But somewhere in this nine month journey to find an understanding of love I may have unexpectedly found it. Love, for myself. And may have found it, dare I say it, in someone else.
Therefore, the question is no longer what is love, it is what is love for me? Something I thought I'd never answer.
Sammie♥
Odd don't ya think? Me, write anything on love? I don't even know what it means, in fact most of me doesn't believe in it.
I thought it was funny though, my professor gave me a 'D.' All because I told the truth. I didn't have a lost love, so how could I write about something I didn't have. Guess he didn't see it that way.
Since then I have been on search for "love" not so much to find it in someone or something, but more to understand it and learn where it comes from. Though I have been told love is not to be understood, it is to be accepted.
So here lies the big question...what is love?
I opened my paper with this:
"Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility. It is; therefore, able to undertake all things, and it completes many things. To love something or someone so much that it is considered to be a lost is very powerful, but do we really know what love means enough to say such a thing? Love is a strong emotion that most people take for granted. It is an emotion that people use in the wrong way and said for the wrong reasons...Love is ::a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection and attachment::"
There were two reasons I couldn't write about a lost love; I didn't have one and at the time, didn't know what love was. Let's add a third; I didn't believe in love.
Ask me now, nine months later, to write about a lost love...I can't...ask me now, nine months later, if all three reasons still stand...yes, in a way.
But somewhere in this nine month journey to find an understanding of love I may have unexpectedly found it. Love, for myself. And may have found it, dare I say it, in someone else.
Therefore, the question is no longer what is love, it is what is love for me? Something I thought I'd never answer.
Sammie♥
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