Love is a complicated thing. There are so many different types of it, so many ways to express it, so many ways to feel it for someone. So many ways to have that love be torn apart. Love is just... strange. And that's what makes it beautiful.
No, I'm not in love with anyone. I'm not even in LIKE with anyone at the moment. I'm completely neutral. I don't even think I've ever been in love. So why am I speaking about the topic? Because although I haven't experienced it firsthand, I do know the consequences, emotions, and appearance of it. There are four different types of love that I can think of: romantic love, friend love, family love, and love love. You may understand, or you may be confused, but I will get to that... Right now!
Romantic Love: The love that you fall into. Where you feel are so comfortable with someone that you KNOW you don't like them... you love them. There are no butterflies, or jittery moments. You just love them, and you never want to stop loving them, even if they don't love you back. The ONE person that you CHOOSE to be in love with. That's romantic love.
Friend Love: I know we all know what this is. Like romantic love, you're comfortable with them, and there are no butterflies. But the DIFFERENCE is, you love them like they're the family you weren't born with. Your heart swells with love for them, but not in that romantic way. It's hard to explain, but you get it.
Family Love: I've honestly never had too much of this. My opinion on family has always been different—VERY different than a lot of peoples. I feel like all family is are people that you are blood-related to. You're FORCED to be with them. You didn't choose to have them in your life, you just have to deal with it, and either embrace it, or be annoyed with it for the rest of your life. I still very strongly believe that this is true. Go ahead and disagree, that's fine, but that's my opinion. Family is very different from friendship. Friendship, you get to choose. Family, you don't. But family love is pretty much the same thing as friend love, it's just for family. The people you're connected to by blood. It's the same feeling for both family and friends, it's just a different relationship.
Love Love: This is the complete different love from any one of these above. It's when you are in love with anything else. A pet, a place, a thing, a food, an activity, anything. I consider this a type of love because "love" to me is when your heart swells for something. You don't just like or enjoy it, you honestly have a strong love for it. And friend/family/romantic love is completely different from the love I feel for New York City, or my dog, but my heart still swells for them, so it's love. We all have those things that we just love, sometimes more than we love people. Don't deny it. You know it's true. (I'm talking to YOU.) (Yeah. You.)
So, where am I going with all of this? I have absolutely no idea. I think that I just wanted to make this point:
Love is weird. There are plenty of different types of it, and different ways of showing it, but it's still the same thing. Love is love, and love is strange. But when you're upset, mad, depressed, heart-broken, or even get shot in the war and sing to the man you love that's in love with someone else (Les Mis reference! :) ), you just have to keep on loving. Because love is the only thing that will save us from, well... everything.
Now onto life.
Life is also weird. Strange. Awkward. Different. Confusing.
And it's also beautiful.
Life is a gift we were all given. I know that I am a TOTAL hypocrite when I say this, but life is something we should never give up. Ever. It's worth too much. I mean, the smartest people in the world don't even know how it was created, it's pretty damn valuable. And I know that when things get hard and you feel like you cannot take it any longer, you think the only way of ending it is dying. And to be 100%, completely, absolutely, positively honest with you, it may not ever end if you're still living. But life is too amazing of a thing to throw away. I could write so much more about life in this post, but I'll do that another time. For today, here's what I suggest:
My friend Rebecca (Hi) has this thing called a "blessing journal". She writes what she's blessed to have in it. It sounds like what I do is kind of copying her, and maybe it was sort of subconsciously piggybacking off of her idea, but here's what I do: a "Things I'm Thankful For" notebook.
Every single day since the beginning of the year, I make sure to add at least one thing new in the notebook. Even if that day was uneventful, you HAVE to write something, even it's is small and pointless, just something you're thankful for. Even if you're having the worst day you could ever possibly have, you are required to write something, regardless of how insignificant it is. If you had spaghetti for dinner and it's your favorite food, write "spaghetti" if there's nothing left to write. If you have a candle in your room that smells SO GOOD, write the name of the scent of the candle. It doesn't matter what you put in there, as long as it's:
a) Not something you wrote before.
b) Something you TRULY love and are thankful for, not something you just put in there because you had to.
And on your bad days, you can look at the notebook and realize all that you have to live for, because there's honestly so much. The world is an amazing place with countless things to offer, and as long as you have at least ONE thing (no matter how small) worth living for, you should keep on going.
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