My views on love usually vary depending on how well my life is going at the time. At this point, I do feel like I need to explain that this does not mean whether am in a romantic relationship or not; because I have been single for a long time now. A few weeks ago, I didn't believe in love. I was so cynical about it and a little if not very skeptical of marriage. I had many arguments with my friends on this issue, and I being the opinionated bitch that I am, refused to see the other people's point of view. The fact that I held the exact same views with them some time back did not matter.
Then I read The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd and my views changed. I loved August Boatwright's take on life, her kindness, her wisdom and everything that she is. In fact, I would love to have half the knowledge she has when I grow up. While talking to Lily one day, she asked her what she loves. Lily went on explaining how she loves writing, the colour blue, Rosaleen, bees, honey and peanuts with her Coke. August told her then that there are 32 words for love in one of the Eskimo languages ( I am yet to ascertain the validity of that, for my own benefit and for you as well dear reader; I am sorry I am a lazy ass blogger). She said that English is so limited, Lily had to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as she does for loving Coke with peanuts. This limitation, I assume, is because English as a language gives the word love a high level of importance.
The same day I finished reading the book, I read a blog post where the writer had written a letter to her future significant other telling them that she had already found love in little things like washing dishes, doing yoga on a sandy beach and the most important the love of the Universe. All she was waiting for was the person to appear, and if they didn't, she already had love.
After reading that, I had what is called a light bulb moment. This year has been a little hard for me, I have been going through some issues, and reading the blog post helped a bit. One of the issues was love, again I need to clarify that I am not talking about romantic love. I decided that I had to look at love in a new light. For someone who has the name 'beloved' permanently tattooed on her body, this had to be done sooner rather than later. And that's exactly what I did. I let go of my cynicism about love, I let go of the idea that there is a type of love that is superior than others. Instead, I held on to the fact that indeed there is a thing called love, which is very important for us humans if we are to grow and develop spiritually. I even made a list of the things I love, (I love lists). So here are some of the things I love:
1. My parents and siblings
2. Strong black coffee ( I take close to six cups a day)
3. Diet Coke
4. My tattoo
5. Nail polish
6. Books
7. Orange is the New Black ( I can't wait for the next season)
8. Rock music
9. Scents; perfumes, scented lotion, scented candles
10. Reading, did I mention I love books?
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