Valerie's Norwegian Musings

Because all the rain and salmon and fjords are enough to make anyone pensive.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

For some reason, it felt worthwhile to post this. It's something I wrote personally a couple of months ago and it just felt like I wanted to share it. I think I'll do some more things like this, posting things that I've previously written for myself. But anyway, enjoy it.


"Love is so overused and misused that it has lost much of the weight it used to carry. It is a word used not so much to convey meaning, but more to blanket a situation in a cloak of perfect. It is acceptable to be in love, but it is not acceptable to simply be in lust or to just be in a comfortable and complacent relationship. Love is used so that people do not have to work too much, or think too much, or evaluate too much, or define their emotions too much. I think the number of people who use the word with its full intended meaning is quite small.

Because of this deterioration, the people that are truly in love are cheated of the recognition and respect they deserve. It has become increasingly difficult to distinguish who is living love and who is acting it. So to all of those who live it, I admire you. I know that love is not something that happens immediately or quickly. I know that love is not always easy and beautiful and perfect. I know that love is not something to play with, not something to pretend at. I know that in the end, no one may notice or understand or care about everything you have achieved. Society has ignored the old man and woman celebrating their 50th anniversary and has instead focused on the actress who, though divorced three times before age 30, seems to be in love again.

No matter how many times people claim love, its beauty is only found by the deserving. That beauty is not found by the 26 year old woman who signs a pre-nup stating the stipulations of the implied divorce before entering into a loving marriage. It is found by the woman who sews the buttons back on her husbands shirt so that he is dressed well for his first corporate job. It is found by the man who never questions putting all the money he has into a joint account with his wife. It is found by the man and woman who sit up until 4 a.m. to work out a fight rather than go to bed angry. It is found by those who never fail to get butterflies when they hold hands, those who are still rendered weak in the knees by a kiss, those who sleep badly when they cannot hear the gentle breathing of the one who holds their heart. Perhaps that love is not recognized until you realize you do not mind rubbing your husbands arthritic hands, or until you realize that a lifetime has not been near enough time to spend together. In any case, true love is always eventually beautiful and anything else is always proven a farce. And all I can do is pray that I will find the former in all its connotations."

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

'hear hear' darling

2:00 AM  
Blogger Elisa said...

simply beautiful:) wish i had your faith.

7:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

amazingly good, beautiful and true

7:53 AM  
Blogger Nobody in particular said...

Mhm, your hope is something I have forsaken, but I guess, as you say, you never experience the love until the happy days are over, and you have rough times ahead, or, for that matter, no time at all. Humans are too short-lived, impulsive and lustful, so I guess love should be reserved for the dear tortoises. They are long-lived enough to experience a life full of precious love, and too slow to escape a perfect relationship in search of pastures new. But screw that.

Love is, I guess, as you say, a phenomenon that has been massively overexponed by the medias, which probably leads to many people thinking they're in love when they feel that slight jolt in their guts.
Aahh, now I'm at my usual state, where I blame the media, and I'll stay here, too. Sorry about littering your comment box.

2:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

damn it man
why do we have to care a about someone pretending to love someone or to be loved by someone?
why should people care about such a girl?
well, reckon that the American president monkey Bush can give you an option?

5:36 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I believe that it is those things that you do that defines you as a person, not the things you might think or say you should do.. how do you see upon this?

Anyhow, what you have written is very beatiful and i would like to see more people believe in what you might say is "true love".

10:02 AM  

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