This is an old one.
“I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.” ~ Mother Teresa
I wish I thought of saying those words first.
I mean, blpht, I had my own “love sucks” and “love hurts” theories, which, I have to admit now, came out of bitterness and unavoidable hormonal imbalance. (Sorry naman!) And ugh, reading them now makes me think — that’s it? That’s the best you can say about love?
I’m envious of people like Mother Teresa who can say such beautiful words about love, and actually “live it”. Why is it so hard? Why, why, why?
I know she wasn’t just pertaining to romantic love. (Hey, it’s easier, I think, to love someone romantically.) She must have been talking about the kind of love that transcends logic and reason. Like loving the unlovable, or reaching out to your enemy, or forgiving someone who’ve hurt you deeply, or swallowing your pride to understand someone whom you thought is being unreasonable.
Ephesians 5:1 reads,
“Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave Himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.”
Gulp.
It’s not an easy thing to do, this love. But love is a way of life we all have to learn to live. Even if it hurts.
No. Especially when it hurts.
(Hi, this is me, talking to myself again. Ktnxbye.)