The Love-y Dove-y days

 

Okay those Love-y Dove-y days get to me, really they do, I see and get asked good questions on days like those or for the reason of days like those….Reasons…maybe I just want to say, I am not doom and gloom all the time…Maybe that could be a wish, maybe even from one of you……

 

 

 

Defining unconditional Love…

 

Hard one for sure, love being an emotion one can not develop by oneself, the connection to self is reflected by the values returned from another.

 

The three sides of love and maybe the missing meanings, when one falls in love, one has what they perceive, desire, and project; as a history of events we preload as memories of love. From this we define what we want as love, knowing that histories are presented, even if misleading, our value of love. This is the side of our own selfish desires as well as how we want to achieve those. “The selfishness of love.”

 

To each do we attempt many times throughout life to be reaching for this view of perfect love.

 

However to reach this requires another doing the same thing, that is the second part of love, the other person for them just like us is “The selfishness of love.”

 

Conditions, well that this the reality of love, a rule which we bend to accept or not accept the others view of love.

 

Unconditional love is the match of selfishness of love, it has no need to bend a rule or have a condition of the values, to each are equal.

 

We do this all the time, we just at times choose not to see it or value it as love, yet it is. A friend of mine is well great at physical dressing, always nicely dressed, me I like old torn jeans and a T-shirt, me out of rebellion, the other out attention seeking attractions, this is actually are reason of friendship. I’d never let her be seen with a piece of tape sticking to her clothing, while we would laugh if I had walked around all day with one. The conditions are met both ways this is a value of love, yet we are friends knowing this condition. The unconditional is also there, when she goes home to her house, yet she is welcome at my house. This gives her the chance to have her other parts of her selfishness of love, which I can not provide as a friend.