“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love”
Robert Fulghum, True Love
Love.
Such a tiny word for such a vastly powerful and intimately intangible feeling. I’m just one of thousands upon thousands of people that have tried to understand why I have been fortunate enough to be pummeled by this feeling, in various incarnations, throughout my life.
So what could I possibly contribute to the conversation that hasn’t already been discussed? Have you not listened to the Stevie Wonder classic My Cherie Amour or any number of the thousands of songs, films, articles, blog posts, poems and art that have been inspired by the topic?
I suppose what I do have that no one else does is my interpretation. I don’t believe that any two people experience love in the same way, even the two people in the same relationship. I think the love that people experience is as unique as the individuals involved…its impossible to love any two people in the same way.
Language is too limited to truly capture what it has the potential to be, so how can such a small word capture the essence of such an immeasurable interchangeable energy that makes perfect sense yet makes no sense all?
I had originally intended to try and dig deep and to come up with a unique take on the taste of love, but then I realised love is only something that you can feel. I suppose if you’re really lucky you can relate to someone’s interpretation through the written word, conversation or song; that may mirror your experience…but will never truly be an exact reflection of it.
Stevie Wonder it’s over to you…
Until next time.
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