I’m struggling with not wanting to get involved with the temporariness of life in all it’s facets.
I think there are forms of love that are forever or near-forever, like familial love. But love itself is often fleeting, especially in relationships. You can fall in and out of love so easily. I think we all take it for granted in many cases, myself included.
I either want forever-love or no love, and there is no in between.
I meant in terms that we are mortal, perhaps because I am older but every time I find myself loving someone, I comes to - they are going to die some day.
Oh, yeah, I suppose that can be devastating to consider.
"Well, within a very few minutes that companionship flooded through my whole being from Betty, but in an intensity and purity of which I had previously had no conception. It was the same thing, but a hundred, a thousand times stronger. And I realized that it more than compensated for the little fact that she had stepped across, because it was the thing that all our physical activities together had striven for, but–compared with this–had gained only dimly and in part. Why not? Actually it was doing perfectly what all these other things had only groped for. So what use the other things? and why should I miss them?
Does this sound fantastic? Maybe; but it is as real and solid as the chair I am sitting on. So much so that I have never in my life been so filled with pure happiness. No despair; no devastation; just a deeper happiness than I have experienced with her ever before, save in the brief moments when everything harmonized in fulfillment.
And furthermore it has lasted, and is with me always." - Stewart Edward White, Across the Unknown
This was after his wife Betty had died.
“The boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends and where the other begins?” - Edgar Allen Poe
I know though. Even though it was just my dog, when my brother told me “You know he’s going to die one day.” I couldn’t sleep well for days. He said it like it was nothing. I started being distant from the dog when usually I would play with him every day.
The thought always crosses my mind now, about the eventual parting regardless.
“Well, there’s no proof of what Stewart is saying.”
“Even if there were “proof” it would still be disregarded. For the ones who want “proof”, proof is never possible.”
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Love is like heaven, but hurts like hell.
Yep, I stole it.
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In my experience, it seems to be this way. With humans anyway. With God, love is eternal.
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I listen to church hymns when eternal love seems questionable, hard to find the good ones on youtube though.
Love is a commitment in the relationship sense, as long as you are committed to each other, and want to recreate something worth falling in love with