I’ve fallen in love a handful if times in my life. The first was in my 30s–a late bloomer. Maybe it was because it was my first, but it was like a movie. If you want to know the details of that, wait for my book, I have a chapter dedicated to it. It’s a doozie!
A few years after it ended while living in New York City I was on a first date. As customary on first dates we were sharing stories of past relationships. My turn came and by the time I finished the love story my date through tears said, “How can I possibly live up to her?”
She was awfully close to the mantra I lived by a few years after that first love affair ended repeating to myself through my own tears of loss, “I’ve reached the top, how can anyone ever live up to her?” In hindsight while I don’t recommend this as a mantra, it prolonged my moving on. In my own defense, it was my first love and I was clueless. And that’s okay we live, love and learn.
The next love came the moment my son hit the light of day. It was love at first sight that forever changed my life yet again. Learning to love unconditionally was not something that came easy to me. I can say to this day I love this little feller unconditionally.
(See the below post Saturdays with Luke)
The next came not in the form of a human, rather an alien that came down from above and took me into the spaceship and …. gotcha! If you are reading this, comment somewhere and let me know if I got ya!
Actually, it did not come in the form of a human, rather in life. I learned to love life. Reaching mid-life and overcoming a shitload of what life throws at you I realized that rather than fight it, embrace all that it has to offer. And I don’t just mean the “good” things–All of it. I can give you a litany of what life has thrown at me over my 50+ years on this earth. The list would make anyone hate life. But that is not what this life is all about. It is about learning to love it–All of it. Life is messy. That is life.
Somewhere along the line in the last decade or so people seem to think that life is not supposed be difficult. And that we live in a world where love can no longer exist. That is not life. We are not on this earth to live an easy life. I’m not saying go out and make it difficult for yourself, but I am saying life will become difficult, it’s inevitable. It’s our choice as to how to deal with all of it.
Getting back to love.
I fell in love again with a human after falling in love with life, post-midlife crisis. A muse who inspires me with her presence knowing that no matter where we are, knowing she’s out there is all I need to know. Love frees you from the bondage of self. From the bondage of life because no matter what, it starts with love and “Love is all you need.”
So to call forth the title of this post, I raise this question, Whatever happened to “All you need is love?” I transcended Catholicism long ago, and religion does not factor into my life, but a spiritual life does. And love is inherently spiritual. It seems generally speaking humanity has lost its way when it comes to love.
The Beatles sang about love in many of their songs. And if they didn’t you certainly felt the love whenever they sang. The world connected with this message and their popularity and success was evidence of that. They tapped into something that we all have access to on some level. And yet many of us turn to an intellectual view of life. I am not saying this is good or bad, but there is a balance, and the scales are way off.
On an individual level with the vitriol spewed on social media, to leaders fueling the fire of racism to the hate towards our planet, it’s easy to veer from love. I have to confess I recently removed a posting on a social media site having veered from love for a moment, but I’m back loving.
Where do you see love? What is this world without love? Because really in the end, “All You Need Is Love.”