The idea suddenly is seeming more and more appealing to just fall in love. Not with a specific person, contrary to that thought which you may have just had, but simply to just decide to be loved.

Make a decision that whatever comes, I will be loved, whether by you or by someone else, I will simply be loved.

Or perhaps I won't.

As long as I fight that which I desperately want, I am nothing better than a rebellious child who longs for discipline and refuses to come for the spanking. Love is not just the freesia scented bath oils and candle wax dripped on the linen tablecloth in a moment where the last thing on minds was the afore mentioned candle, it is learning to love the pain and painstakingly learning to love. It is taking the down side of life and making it the side that is real, the side that we all know and somehow ignore - real living. Real living is not summed up in some cheap novel that we of modern age have somehow derived the meaning of love from, it is, excuse this cliché, what I Corinthians 13 describes. Patient and kind, true and honest, giving and eternal - these are things that can only be experienced through some kind of learning experience. How, I ask, can we learn to be patient in love, unless we have something wait for? How can we be honest unless there is something that wants to remain hidden in self defense?

Love, true love, is learning to overcome the obstacles that life presents us with daily and learning that learning is the truest form of love we can find.