Weakness

This love thing is vexing.

We humans have no clue what it is. You know what love is for your kids because that is powerful stuff. It blows my mind that you can slide aside anything in your kids that you might not like about somebody else, unless of course they become ax murderers, and even that is subject to interpretation.

Your kids get the love pass. Without rationalization. It happens naturally, automatically, because they have that offspring glow about them. Because the love is so deep, so intense, so soul-originated.

You know what love is for your pets. You just love them as big as the sky. You want to hold them and kiss them and protect them and keep them safe (kind of like your kids only better because they never move out).

We do not know what love is for each other.

Initially we fall in lust. We call it love but it rarely is. Although I have to qualify that statement. I know absolutely this is true of men. I cannot speak for women because women are a completely different race. But I suspect that lust plays a part.

I also have to qualify this theory on the basis of pure biology. Genealogy. The survival of humanity. All those deep rooted tendencies  scholars refer to when they want to explain sexual behavior.

I am thinking way too much for this time of day.

Anyway, if the lust holds, we make a commitment and hope the love thing works out. That is when perception is heightened and you notice things you never noticed before.

To your perplexed horror.

The question I am pondering today is "What if true love is loving somebody for their weaknesses?"

We all want the lead dog. The sexiest, most intelligent, most entertaining, solid, reliable, world beater we can get.

There are only a few of those to go around.

When you realize your mate is several levels below that ideal, trouble happens. Unless you make a mid course correction.

Unless you recognize his or her weakness and suddenly realize that is why you love them.

And when you think about it, that is the love we all need. We strut around with chests puffed pretending to be King of the World. When in reality we are weak, vulnerable, sensitive and lost.

You need someone to love you for your reality or you have nothing. When you get home and the mirror awaits, you are faced with truth. The truth that hurts, that illuminates the truth about life and makes you feel so small.

If there is someone waiting there to love you without expecting you to be Hercules, your soul can breathe.

There is deep comfort in that.

You are being loved for your humanity and not for the act you stage every day.

That is reality. Reality is what we long to plug into every day, not agendas and game playing and acting, back stabbing and ass covering.

We want to be real. We want to feel real. We need it.

Loving another human for their weaknesses is selfless.

It is uniquely human.