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I
think it takes a long time to find an article that resonates well on love. When
I find one, I wish every one of us
that aims at being a better love reads it, because love is the most important
and strongest force on earth. We want beautiful pure adulterated love but we
are so lazy to make an effort to earn it, we forget love needs some effort,
some refute that but here’s the reality especially when everything goes ripe
over the bend: these were our choices, every step of the way, and that state
which we’ve found ourselves falling in and out of is not real love. Real love
is an act of will. A decision. A conscious activity. It is something you do and
live. Love is chosen, and if it is protected and nurtured, it grows. Love is
sacrifice. Love is effort. Love is everything St. Paul describes in First Corinthians,
and especially in Ephesians 5: “Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved
the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy.” Love
is dying to the self. Love is many things, and none of them happen by accident.
We
are poor lovers because we have been taught to love the wrong way, we have been
taught the wrong verbs and adjectives to spell the word love: we are poor
receptors and givers of love. Sugarcoating love doesn’t cut, it makes love more
vulnerable: love is a journey full of tidal waves. It can be tough, ugly and it
can be smooth. I love to look at love like a Poem, and this analogy often
brings me to what Gwendolyn Brooks gave to her students as a piece of advice, In writing your poem, tell the
truth as you know it. Tell your truth. Don’t try to sugar it up. Don’t
force your poem to be nice or proper or normal or happy if it does not want to
be. Remember that poetry is life distilled and that life is not always nice or
proper or normal or happy or smooth or even-edged.
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