True Love

4 Aug 2011 – Does it Exist??

Sharing some of these humourous pix before trashing them. Another thought-provoking subject to ponder on – True Love! To open this can of worms, one need to first agree on the definition of LOVE and the 3 top definitions according to:

  1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person
  2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend
  3. sexual passion or desire

If those definitions are taken literally, one at a time or all three together, then true love exist. But does it mean that one has to have those feelings at all times? As we all know, no matter how much you love someone, there are also times when you feel otherwise! What happens when love ends? Does it mean that it was not true even though you have loved at one time or more??

Words like commitment, motive, obligation, responsibility etc can sometimes be mixed into this subject. Another complex subjective issue where many will have different versions as to what true love is about to them. Whatever it is, just enjoy the people one likes and try to avoid those that one does not like.

After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, rangers trekked to assess the inferno’s damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes. He knocked over the bird with a stick and gently struck it. Three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother’s wings. The loving mother had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise.

She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. Then the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast and had been willing to die so those under the cover of her wings would live. Is this true love or maternal instinct??

There are places I’ll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all – Beatles