On Love

There is something special about love. It doesn't diminish when you share it; it expands and swells. I talk not of the silly child-like lusts that most confuse for love, but the deep affection, the pure caring for someone's eternal being. For who they are now in the light of who they could be. Maybe that's a little muddled.

But when you share love; it grows. And it doesn't just have to be shown to the first person to whom you showed love for the pure love of which I speak is manifest in many different ways. To one (and only one) person it could be manifest in a romantic way, but to others it could be that smile that stays on your face (perhaps influenced by your special person) or a hundred other actions designed to bring about happiness in another.

That is the main motive of love: to make someone else happy. It is not given for selfish reasons as the artists (and psychologists) of the centuries have depicted in their works. It is given because there is motivation to be better (purpose to life?) and in bettering the lives of those around you, your life becomes better.

So share it. It is the best feeling you can give someone. Just be kind; that's love. A look in your eyes can reveal the same. All it takes is pure motives.