So, that's what it's all about Love, feelings, emotions... and deeds, because love is dead without deeds.

Why, where, how love is born inside a human? Is it an in-born quality that grows up with age? Does it dwell in the heart, in mind or both? Is everyone able to love? If yes, then to what extend? If no, then why do people speak about broken hearts?

Does love include only two? If to love means to care, then is it possible to love more than one person? Can we also love a friend, a brother, a parent? Or there should be another word for it?

Long ago I came across this definition of Love that I was captured by as it looks universal, true to everyone and everything, and much deeper and high above our everyday life. It feels wonderful because it's not restricted to two people only but speaks about the whole mankind:

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy.
Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;
It is not self-seeking, nor easily angered.
It keeps no record of wrongdoing.
It does not delight in evil,
But rejoices in the truth.
It always protects, trusts, hopes, and preserves.
There is nothing love cannot face;
There is no limit to its faith, hope, and endurance.
In a word, there are three things that last forever:
Faith, hope, and love;
But the greatest of them all is love.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.

 

 

And what is happiness then, if not to be loved in that way? And what is the most desperate pain if not to be able to love in that way?

Is it not the desire to love that makes a person happy? If yes, then can a person be happy if he loves too many people in his life? It's not the feeling of guiltiness that bothers him, it's mostly the necessity to choose between the dearest people that hurts.

"The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost." ( G.K. Chesterton ) seems to be the right manual in our world, rather cold and selfish. It gives the sence of achieving something really eternal and beautiful...