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Aswad -> RE: WHAT IS LOVE??? (2/13/2008 7:53:41 PM)
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ORIGINAL: lusciouslips19
So all my Valentines tell me your thoughts on love and the recognition of it?
I can't tell you what love is, or how to recognize it, but I will tell you how we created it:
Commitment. Communication. Cooperation. Hard work. Effort. Time.
We were never "in love." That's just another word for infatuation. A chemical rush that can become an addiction, but which ultimately fades after two years or less, unless a child is conceived. Then the love for the child becomes the bond, via another chemical rush. A bond of love takes more than nature's own amphetamine rushing through your brain. Hell, there are drugs that will duplicate it, except it's not targetted at anyone in particular. I'm not saying it doesn't feel good, regardless of its origins. I'm just saying it's a high, no more.
Putting in the hours is never sexy, no matter the goal.
But commitment and its cousin, perseverance, are the keys to anything worth doing or having.
A rock star looks and sounds great on stage, and it all looks effortless; a ton of kids want to become one. But spending hour upon hour in the garage practicing, until you know the guitar better than your family... isn't sexy. So they give up on becoming a rock star, usually. An impeccable slave looks, sounds, moves and feels incredible at a show, and it all appears effortless; a lot of dominants want one, and a lot of submissives want to be one. But spending hour upon hour fine tuning the dynamic and practicing the skills, until you know your slave better than yourself... isn't sexy. So they give up on the dynamic and seek the next velcro collar. A perfect couple look great together at a function, and it all seems effortless; everyone wants to have what they have. But spending hour upon hour working on the relationship and pulling each other through all the crap life throws at you, until you know your partner better than your own soul... isn't sexy. So people move on to greener pastures, always seeking that elusive partner, the mythical Mr. or Mrs. Right.
It has now been ten years since me and my girl decided to settle for love, and it has been time well spent.
It hasn't been easy or sexy. I've risked my life for my girl. If it's called for, I'll do it again without hesitating. When I thought I could go no further, I would look at her, and I would go on. When I was unable to see anything good in life, and had forgotten that there ever was anything worth living for, and wanted only the sweet release of death, I would hold on to that commitment, and I would look at her, and I would remember that there is exactly one thing in this world worth dying for, and one thing worth living for: her.
What we have is not perfect. What we have is commitment, and each other. What more is there?
Happy Valentine's.
Health,
al-Aswad.
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