perspective - love
The children’s responses revolved around themes of family, the comfort of being together in a home, deep affection for someone, and closeness to loved ones. I shared my own perspective on love, likening it to a measuring tool that varies based on the individual. For example, I may give my parents a full hundred percent of my love, while my feelings for others might only be ten percent. This raised a series of introspective questions for me:
Do I truly love someone?
Did I ever truly love someone, or was it merely a longing for attention?
Was it admiration instead of love?
Was there a genuine connection and relationship built?
Did I ever truly love someone, or was it merely a longing for attention?
Was it admiration instead of love?
Was there a genuine connection and relationship built?
It’s remarkable how one word can prompt so many profound questions.
Love also extends to our surroundings; we express love for travel or certain foods. However, I tend to reserve the term like for more material aspects. For instance, I enjoy taking naps because I often feel tired. I like eating burgers because they provide a sense of fulfillment. I take pleasure in my garden, which flourishes thanks to Mother Nature’s care. This leads me to ponder: Did I only like someone, which is why we never stayed together? Was my fascination with a person simply a case of liking them rather than loving them?
I hold no regrets, as I have reached a stage of acceptance regarding my experiences. I try to go with the flow, continually searching for my purpose. I often feel like a person adrift, navigating the tides of time. One day, I will no longer be here, and I will still be left wondering: Did I really love someone? Did I love myself?
Love also extends to our surroundings; we express love for travel or certain foods. However, I tend to reserve the term like for more material aspects. For instance, I enjoy taking naps because I often feel tired. I like eating burgers because they provide a sense of fulfillment. I take pleasure in my garden, which flourishes thanks to Mother Nature’s care. This leads me to ponder: Did I only like someone, which is why we never stayed together? Was my fascination with a person simply a case of liking them rather than loving them?
I hold no regrets, as I have reached a stage of acceptance regarding my experiences. I try to go with the flow, continually searching for my purpose. I often feel like a person adrift, navigating the tides of time. One day, I will no longer be here, and I will still be left wondering: Did I really love someone? Did I love myself?
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