What is love, and how can we learn to love one another more perfectly?
Humans are imperfect, therefore human love is imperfect.
Human love is all too often tainted, by arrogance, envy, resentments, thoughtlessness, hidden agendas, and sometimes just plain selfishness. Is love still real, with all those things getting in the way? How do we clear all those things away, and what exactly will we find when, and if, we do? What is love, at its essence?
I just remembered this quote, from Leo Buscaglia:
How do we keep our arms open? How do we keep our selfishness, and our insecurities, from taking over and causing us to grasp those we love too tightly? And what about when it’s time to let someone go?
Human love is all too often tainted, by arrogance, envy, resentments, thoughtlessness, hidden agendas, and sometimes just plain selfishness. Is love still real, with all those things getting in the way? How do we clear all those things away, and what exactly will we find when, and if, we do? What is love, at its essence?
I just remembered this quote, from Leo Buscaglia:
How do we keep our arms open? How do we keep our selfishness, and our insecurities, from taking over and causing us to grasp those we love too tightly? And what about when it’s time to let someone go?
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