Love: Part I
Hello Dear Reader, Shall we chat about love today? Make yourself a cup of chai, and get comfortable. Sometimes it feels like we must be someone or have something of significance to receive the love we want; that those who are average will remain painfully alone, or will never be loved the way they want to be. Maybe we must have an incredible talent, or effortless good looks, or be a well known singer or celebrity. But if we knew anything about love, we would know love is selfless. Careless. Blind. It is not blind to flaws in character or emotions of oneself, but blind to how beautiful someone is, how intelligent they are, or how rich they are. To clarify, we aren't talking exclusively about romantic love. Good parents love us when we trudge downstairs with our morning breath, looking for our first cup of coffee. They love us when we slam doors, when we royally screw up, and when we fail our assignments. I often confuse their expectations for the cond...