Inspired by the popular and ongoing argument over whether Love is enough or just bullshit, I thought it apt to say a few things in defense of Love.
And for the sake of understanding it is important to note my assertions are based on the meaning of Love having more to do with intentionality, choice and maturity than it has to do with our feelings and whatever we may want when we say “I love you”.
So, to the Crux of the matter…
Granted, loving as we should (sacrificially and purposefully) does not necessary guarantee a successful blisful romantic relationship all by itself.
Regardless of how lofty the intentions to make the other person happy, it must often require the agreement of both parties to make it work. A matter of choice, so to speak, either to accept or spurn the Love shared.
Life could be blatantly horrible.
Most times, there is no way of understanding why bad things happen, and that hurts.
I get it if a driver were to loose control due to excess alcohol levels. Or if a group of armed robbers got themselves killed in a shoot out with the police. But for a good-natured young lady to intentionally kill her self by drinking a bottle of SNIPER DDVP insecticide is incomprehensible.
Though I didn’t know her very well, I always noticed Haleema* whenever I visited the market for my cake supplies. The stall in which she sold plastic items for parties and home-use was just next to the cake shop. However, even if her spot had been far down the line, her beauty and warmth would have still been conspicuous.
Just the other day, my dear friend Iris, opened up to me about why she couldn’t bear watching certain TV shows for their flagrant display of adultery. Now, regardless of how popular they’d become, Scandal and Power seemed topmost on her list considering how many times she picked on those two.
She was resolutely unyielding in accepting the idea that it is now “modern” to break your marriage vows, especially when it makes you happier – giving you a chance at a truer and more exhilarating relationship with somebody else, who’s supposedly better and more compatible than your once precious and unequaled significant other.
To the brink of definite and total belief, it’s been said most frequently that God has an awful sense of humour.
Unsurprisingly, it is hard to argue against such an assertion when you consider God in relation to our human condition through the eyes of our human logic and understanding.
If you were to try to reason out the sense in seemingly undeserved trials that He allows to happen to us – trials that we’d all be more than happy to do without – you’d find the whole matter nothing short of a fathomless abyss.
There are three opposing forces I struggle each day to subdue: the devil, the world’s system and myself.
However, at the moment, the greatest pain is myself, and “self-centeredness” is the keen instrument of choice used by yours truly for my utmost affliction.
It is terrible. I am like single mindedly bent on destroying myself with my array of self-pleasing agendas. Not that I don’t know the Life to live, yet I seem more drawn to the death of me.