It’s difficult to address these notions without a firm definition of what love actually is. Hard to accept that we’re all speaking on the same level without a definition to confine our comments.
For Dr. Wayne Dyer, “Love is the ability and willingness to let those that you care for do what they want without any insistence that they satisfy you”.
Erroneous Zones
I used to agree with that. I don’t agree with the good doctor any longer.
The Greeks have five different types of love. Which are you speaking of?
Hindu Sanskrit has over seventy different types of love. Which are you speaking of?
English is a butcher, expecting us to pack the baggage of an enormous concept into the space of one little word case we call “love”. We sling it about with such disingenuous ignorance that it’s nearly impossible to have an intelligent discussion on the matter.
For me, Love is defined as selfless giving. I love my car by maintaining it, even though I’d rather be at the ballgame. I love my children by spending quality time with them, even though I’d have more fun out at the strip club or pool hall with the hooligans. I love little chocolate donuts, not because they give themselves to me, but because I give myself completely over to them. They consume me, not the other way around. I love my art because I allow it to consume me. But we typically define love as that which we consume for ourselves. This is wrong. That’s not love. That’s possessiveness.
I love my SO by demonstrably forsaking physical passion with all others, and in our moments of passion, give my body, mind, and spirit completely to her and her alone.
How do I love my enemy? I give myself to them. I offer myself to them for discussion on the issue in question. Sometimes that is met with violent rejection. Noting that, it must be acknowledged that love doesn’t need to be accepted in order to be manifest. I can give myself to the enemy completely, but that doesn’t mean we will ever find resolve. My love is not dependent upon your acceptance of it. It’s there for the receiving, if and only if, I decide to express it. Most often I’ll just turn my back and leave you in the dust, unless of course you’ve demonstrated the willingness to accept my love. If not, no problem. Goodbye!