Is love deeper than a feeling? It is, I think. For, at its essence, love is not really a feeling at all, but a choice. Certain other feelings arise out of love: affection, devotion, desire, but these are not love; these are emotions, and they are as changing and inconstant as a sea: raging in a violent storm on one day, barely the whisper of a breeze the next.
But love, true love is not a sea or a storm. Love is the rock, the earth above which these transient weathers fly. Steady, immovable, it endures the ebb and flow of the passions. Love is the choice, the declaration saying, "I will honor and care for you in spite of all my changing feelings, not because of them."
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
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