What is love? What is lust? What is in love? What is the difference? We're all pretty certain we know the answers to this, but do we really? At all times and in every circumstance of our lives?
We feel that chemistry, that rush, is it the stirrings of love? Do we wait till we know the certainty of a particular relationship before we can truly define it? Why do some things and some people capture our attention and our hearts while others do not? Is it brought on by a sense of safety or a sense of danger? Is it the same for all people? This I am fairly certain, it is not.
We can look at some people and see the obvious attraction and yet they may or may not captivate us. Celebraties are the best examples of this. Some, no matter the physical beauty, bore us, while others feel compelled to that. Others charm us and we are drawn to their personality or spirit. Sometimes if we can somehow see ourselves in them we are drawn to that. It can be that it's something we have in common, something we wish we could be, or the thought that they somehow make us feel better about ourselves and our own circumstances.
But on a personal level in our own individual lives what is this thing we call love? We know it when we feel it, ...or do we? If we are at a good place in our lives emotionally, and not looking for it, we are probably in the best position to be open to this. But unfortunetly, love has a timing all of its own. It comes with its own needs, and its own demands and few of us are capable of remaining clear minded when it hits. Be it our own egos or lack of, we all make our share of mistakes.
We build ourselves up when we shouldn't and beat ourselves up when we shouldn't as well. We believe some things too easily and doubt things we shouldn't. None of us can ever be dispassionate when it comes to passion.
We are all very good at discerning these things in other people's lives, but yet when it comes to our own, well....not so much.
We certainly believe we are though and that's the problem.
