Could you describe love?
I don't think can remember a time I've ever loved anything... What is...love?
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I don't think can remember a time I've ever loved anything... What is...love?
Love is patient, love is kind.
It is not jealous, [love] is not pompous,
it is not inflated, it is not rude,
it does not seek its own interests,
it is not quick-tempered,
it does not brood over injury,
it does not rejoice over wrongdoing
but rejoices with the truth.
It bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things
Love is the only emotion we have that is not self serving.
All of our emotions are self serving and either destructive or at the least uncaring about how it affects others.
Love is the opposite, love will makes us sooner see ourselves hurt than the person we love.
Heh, heh... Thanks... You're nice. Umm... Can I ask... a question? Your true face... What kind of... face is it? I wonder... The face under the mask... Is that... your true face?
I few days ago I came across a post that was saying something similar, I found a comment that resonated with me.
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No one feels love. We feel familiarity and we have chosen to call some form of that love.
I feel responsible for my child. I will do everything important for him. I will sacrifice my life if I KNOW it will save his. But that’s because I am a man of responsibility. It’s how I was raised. And I enjoy being that person. Others were raised to be responsible and don’t do it. So what makes me different? I choose to do it because my personal feeling is that of enjoyment for it. So do I love my child or am I just satisfying the feeling of enjoyment of taking care of responsibility?
Me. I’m choosing to fulfill my needs. It just so happens to work out in my son’s favor.
Easier to see that same example in relationships and family. Those are things that even if you walk away, others won’t judge too much. But society and evolution dictates we MUST care for the children.
But the honest truth. A good man enjoys being good. So he does thing thats viewed as good…based on his upcoming and culture, and overall surroundings.
Love is a cute word. But it’s not real.
- AgonLe, IIN User