Valentine’s Day is quickly approaching. Some of us may be madly scrambling to buy last-minute cards, chocolates, roses, and/or other gifts.
For some, it may mean scrambling to try to find someone special so that once again it’s not a lonely holiday filled with meaningless and painful trivia.
For others, it may be a day full of painful reminders that a loved one is no longer present in the home.
For others, it might be a mockery of dreams once held through dewy-eyed innocence that have been crushed.
Valentine’s Day can be painful. Not because the day itself has any power to inflict pain but because of what the day represents to so many: a day to remember that we are loved passionately and are important to someone else. When the presence of love is not seen, the day becomes one more reminder of our loss.
Love gives our days meaning. Without it, the world loses its sparkle and colors wash out in a dreary blend of grays. Without love, days become a meaningless cycle of obscurity, repetition, and mindless boredom.
Without love, we will seek to find fulfillment and meaning in some other means of satisfaction or purpose: stardom, fortune, titles. None of these things are bad in and of themselves. The problem is when we give up on love: being loved and giving love. That’s when, we find ourselves in an endless struggle to achieve, to exert, to live, to be.
The key here is struggle. A struggle because we are not at peace within ourselves. Why are we not at peace? Because we are missing the key ingredient to truly living: LOVE.
Without love, we can go through the motions of living, but we are a mere shell of what we could and can be.
Love is the color, the passion, the expression, the emotion, the music that flavors our world. It is what heightens our senses and can leave them crashing to the depths.
Some of us are too afraid to allow love into our hearts because poor imitations of it have come before and left us “bleeding” inside. The “crashes” seem much more real then the “heights” of love ever were.
Perhaps, the greatest problem with “love” is that it isn’t LOVE at all.
There are such poor imitations and abuses of the word “love.” Its meaning has become trivial, selfish, abusive in its interpretation. The truth is that what is often called “love” isn’t LOVE at all.
Love isn’t about two people finding pleasure together. Love isn’t about an attempt of finding something that gives me a sense of worth or fulfillment. Love isn’t a self-centered effort. It’s not about trying to establish a sense of worth in order to be its beneficiary. Nor is it an attempt to establish someone else’ worth before bestowing it upon their worthy selves.
Love isn’t about finding someone or something to gratify my lack of self-worth.
Love isn’t a fickle emotion.
Love is more than sentiment. Love is more than gifts. Love is more than a relationship.
Love can be demonstrated through the proper expression of its proper sentiment. Love can be indicated through heart-felt gifts. True love is not just the fact that two or more people have some type of relationship.
True love is what defines the relationship. True love is the relationship.
True love isn’t earned. It is given.
True Love is found in its very Nature. In its purest forms, displayed among living creatures, it is an imitation of the Embodiment of Love Itself. When we understand LOVE, we are accurately able to exhibit its nature in our interactions with others.
We cannot scrupulously display the nature of something that we ourselves don’t understand. We cannot understand something competently that we ourselves don’t perceive.
We understand there is something called “love” and that is why we write books about it, why we try to define it, why we try to demonstrate it, why we yearn for it. We wouldn’t know about it if there wasn’t a “form” of it that exists.
The knowledge of something comes from the fact of either its presence or of its notable absence.
For example, life speaks of action. There is some action taking place within an organism that defines it as “living.” The absence of life describes death. Death is defined by its opposition to life.
We experience passions that indicate the presence of love and life, even if they’re parodies of the authentic.
Authentic love exists.
Love is the positive action. It is the emotion that brings joy and peace.
Love is the gift that is not based on any calculations of worthiness.
Love is the meaning of life.
This is why when its absence is felt, the results are so serious. Notice, I said “felt”. We may feel that love is absent. It may be absent from the people around us, definitely from the things around us.
An unborn baby does not see its mother. The womb of the mother is what cocoons the unborn baby — nourishes it, protects it, until the baby is ready to embrace life in a fuller measure. Because the unborn baby does not see its mother does not negate the fact that the mother does exist and is in fact giving it life.
We are much like an unborn baby in this world. We receive life every day: the air we breathe, the ability to breathe. Yet we often do not fully comprehend what Love really is. It surrounds us and gives us life. It sustains it. Yet, we don’t recognize that which has given us life because we are looking to the “channels” by which it “flows” as being its origin.
Love is the Greater Force behind life itself. Love is the origin of life.
The very fact we live is proof that we are loved! The moment we die does not mean we are not loved any more. We are given opportunity to then experience love in its purest, undiluted form. The Creator of life is the origin of Love. The action and emotion of LOVE is the expression of the Being of LOVE: God. God as Love Himself generously pours His love out upon us. He wants us to recognize His love that surrounds us daily. His love is what gives us life, meaning. He invites us to experience that perfect, unadulterated embodiment of Love for eternity.
The unborn baby exists because of life inside the womb but then experiences a greater measure of it outside the womb. So, this present life is where we experience love and life; but the greater perspicacity of it is found completely in Eternity, offered to us by the very Being of Love and Life.
For this Valentine’s Day to mean more than whether or not someone gave us a special gift, wrote us a special card, or made us feel worthy, we must let go of the imitations and recognize the authenticity of Love that gives us life today!
In releasing ones hold on the imitation, one finds the authentic is transcendent.