Love vs. Infatuation
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Oftentimes I hear young people throwing around the word “love.” Never before has “love” been used so freely to express emotions that are not true indicators of the feeling. Do these younger people even know the meaning, let alone understand the significance of such a word?
I have seen love in the marriage of my grandparents, who recently celebrated their forty-second anniversary, and in my great-grandparents, who are due to celebrate their sixty-fifth anniversary soon.. Their love may have started off small, but now it is a permanent fixture, as much a part of them as their own hearts.
The love that my generation practices is fleeting and relies upon fair weather, a relationship without a cloud in the sky. Nothing is grown from their relationship, it trickles away like sand in an hourglass, counting down the seconds until it becomes empty. This love does not hold them together, for it is barely strong enough to be labeled infatuation. They separate and drift off on the winds that took their fantasy away from them.
Love is passion, and I have been a firsthand witness to the fiery passions that can flare in the hearts of those who care for one another. It may seem illogical, but love rarely is, and when they scream at each other, they do it because they care deeply about the other, and that is why their anger is so strong and fierce. But the passion that tears a hole also repairs that hole, makes it stronger than before, much like how a bone is stronger after being broken.
I have witnessed many a time when a problem is solved by simply not talking about it, not giving anything a chance to break, and grow back stronger. The whims of the infatuated allow for no such growth, and, therefore, it never lasts. Their lack of anger is a clear signal of how little passion their hearts hold, their cold indifference being the exact opposite of love.
The love that I have seen does not require that the participants be completely dependent on each other. They are merely a part to a whole, but each part must be able to stand alone to truly hold this love together. When one half of the whole is not strong, it leans on the other for support before righting itself once more with renewed strength. They are together because they want to be, not because they have to be.
The infatuation others have called love has crumbled before my eyes countless times. The foundation starts off shaky at best, and often one half of the whole is struggling holding up the other half, instead of the love that was supposed to shelter them both. Sadly, some persist even in these helpless conditions until the love caves in on them and breaks them apart. They walk away wondering what happened when the truth is quite simple. Walls cannot hold up a roof if one of those walls simply falls to the floor.
Infatuation is a sickness, a pretender to love and nothing more. The love I have seen, true love, is the example I hold in my heart and it is what I aspire to. Sadly, many people do not have examples of love such as this, and, therefore, they are blind to the truth of the matter. One day, the word “love” will no longer be haphazardly thrown about. It will, in fact, be held up as a life goal for all people.