Many months ago, I got into a discussion about love with a dear friend. I think we talked about why nothing ever worked previously, as good friends do. I do not remember too much details. I did not imagine it was one of those precious moments that we only realize were precious afterwards – actually a long time afterwards. The serious and idealist me shared one of my favourites love quotations without knowing why I was opening up my heart.
This was that quotation:
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
We fell in love. And we both know that roots don’t grow easily.We both know if they do, that it’s both an art and a fortunate accident. We both know that we don’t know the art for sure and that we don’t know where the path we are walking would take us. That’s what makes this journey different from others, and beautiful.
Enjoy and treasure the love you already have. If you don’t already have it; May you find it in whatever the form or definition you have in your mind. Or maybe a total surprise!
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