Love

what is love? that question, in all its various forms has plagued me for quite sometime. Where do you find love? is it the loving devotion with which a pothead slowly and carefully twists a blunt? is it the heated passion in a football fans voice as they discuss THEIR team? the blind adoration in the eyes of a "lovestruck" thirteen year old girl? is it growing old and caring for someone? or maybe it's that heart pounding, head throbbing excitement of your first time.

"too young to be in love" what a ridiculous concept to have. how unfair is it to peg younger people as incapable of love simply because we see their relationship fail? we see love growing stale around us each day, unfaithfulness is not a curse that teenagers bare alone, and yet their love alone bares the title of "puppy love" why? because they are not yet in control of their emotions and bodies? I am an eighteen year old and I have yet to gain control of my lusts and emotions, but because I have celebrated my eighteenth birthday I have somehow transformed from a insecure, confused adolescent to a logical adult who's completely in control of her urges? I think not. If anything society's advice that I am "an adult and can make the right choices on my own" has simply given me the green light to engage in activities that I would not have imagined, let alone considered, as a irrational and undeveloped seventeen year old.

Is love giving up your life to care for the person you love? is it spending your whole life taking care of your loved ones, nursing them, caring for them. No one can deny that this is love, but is the the essences of what love is? if it is then how can the most conservative christian speak out against homosexual marriage? if love is caring for someone, than I am in fact a lesbian. there are many women I care for deeply, women that I would spend my life caring for if they needed me. is this love to it's fullest and purest extent?

What is love? I have seen love crumble around me, and I have seen the disaster left in it's wake. but how can such an amazing thing cause so much pain and agony? why is it that if you no longer want to engage in sexual activities with someone then it naturally follows in your own mind and theirs that you no longer love them? I love many people that I would never sexually pursue, does this mean I don't truely love them?