I fear that the truth of love has been lost on my generation. Love has become more of a security blanket and less like a wild adventure. Love has become all about me and what I can get and how good someone can make me feel.
If love is to be selfless, then can we call this constant preoccupation with ourselves in the company of another “love”? It’s about whether they’ll love us back, or how vulnerable we’re willing to be without getting hurt or losing our fierce independence and pride. Isn’t love supposed to be reckless? Shouldn’t we love because we have love to give, not simply to ensure that we are loved in return? Shouldn’t love be free – no strings attached? Shouldn’t a selfless love leave room for the loved one to walk away, to choose someone else, to not reciprocate without it diminishing the affections of the lover? Isn’t that how He loves us?
Oh, for the courage to love fearlessly and find ultimate satisfaction in the act of loving alone. Oh, for the reciprocation of love to be a blessing, and not a requirement. Oh, for love to once again be selfless.