Where is the Love?

Where is the love? More importantly, ask yourself, “where is my love?”. We all have someone we love very dearly and we know they love us in return. That love is irreplaceable and should never be taken for granted. But how much of ourselves have we given?

It’s safe to say we’ve all been hurt too. Is this the responsible culprit for our reservations of emotion, kindness, sweetness, and care? Among the many other variables…yes! But this doesn’t have to be the restriction we all force it to be. I read a quote once, “If you loved someone, got hurt, and then got over it, it wasn’t love.”

Here is another, more familiar quote:

Love is long-suffering and kind. Love is not jealous, it does not brag, does not get puffed up, does not behave indecently, does not look for its own interests, does not become provoked. It does not keep account of the injury. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.

You see, love isn’t the monster that we make it to be. Because of our own apprehensions we create this “shadow belief” that we don’t know how to love, we will never be loved, and every bit of love we give will only return in heartache. This isn’t true. Granted, we live in a very terrifying world, and it can be very difficult to believe that love cannot fail and that we can be loved. But if we continue to hold ourselves back, even just being reserved a little with those whom we love and love us, then we will never experience love the way it was made it be experienced. We will surely miss out on the wonders and greatness of love.

I speak this only because I’ve proven it true. I’ve been hurt before, like the millions of others. But I examine everything about it, and I realize that what I have now is absolutely nothing, not even remotely close to what I thought I had then. The right person can change, soften, even, extinguish your fears into being not even quibbles in your mind. I feel like the most fortunate person on earth! And, so can you! But you’ll never know if you don’t try. Ask yourself again, “where is my love?”