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Love Abounds

Love Abounds

photo by Tyler Nix via Unsplash

Never has there been a more vexing and multi-dimensional word. It can describe a felt sense, a disposition, a social position, a connective force, or truly be molded into any one person’s interpretation of it. Love tricks us into thinking it can be reasoned or philosophized when really it is purely experiential and wholly unidentifiable.

My relationship to love has seen so many different angles and expressions over the short span of my life. The love of my mother: present, pure, and unconditional; my father’s: giving and graceful yet earned through trust. My romantic love has seen the largest continuum of expression, showing everything from passionate aggression to tender transcendence. I’ve even experienced the pangs of tragic romanticism, or the unexpected parting of a deep love through circumstance alone. These experiences have certainly taught me something about love.
But, truly the most profound love I’ve ever felt in my heart is that of the love I hold for my son. Such a force was this love in the first weeks of his presence in my life that it was confusing to me. I asked, “how can I be so in love with someone and yet find that love divorced from romanticism or even reciprocation?” Soon I learned how it works. Our love is a river which need not be dammed with analysis. His love for me is in his eyes and his touch. He shows his love to my amazing wife and me not through words but through trust; a trust that is evidenced by his supreme comfort in my arms, his ability to fall asleep on my chest, and his unrepressed zeal when he sees me after a long absence. Until him, I was unaware that love need not be spoken. He has taught me how to just feel it again.
Love is, above all, to be felt, not dissected intellectually. It can only be learned through direct experience and understood fully through the loss of it. To lose it and to have it return is truly the most gratifying part of love. To believe that it is absent from your future eternally and then to have to return, shining brightly and dismantling all doubt is really where love holds the most power.
There’s one thing I know about love, though: we may think it comes and goes, but it is truly always here. Love really abounds.
Warmly and in joined humanness,
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