Rambling Love….

Love….Sometimes I wonder where it comes from? Is it like a river that begins in the deepest part of the soul that flows outward as each beat of the heart pumps life giving blood?  Is it a stagnant pond that has no outlet because wounds have blocked the flow and is filling more and more each day with sadness? What are so suppose to do with love? What is love? Where do we find it? How come some people are so cheery with the glow of giving that others oppose with a lifestyle of always wanting their needs filled, but never give from their own abundance?

IDK that was just a few simple questions floating around in my mind, not my next thesis.  I have so many unanswered things inside that I wonder…

Who was my first love and why did she decide to break my heart? Who was my first hate? I guess I don’t know because I am a man who forgives and I don’t remember. I just know that right now in my life I have discovered many ways I can love, I choose to love, and I enjoy the sharing of my soul as I put my thoughts down…scribbling on paper…. I love to write and some say I am good at it. Others find my mistakes in Grammar, do they love me?

I don’t want to be a fault finder or the type of person who lives with excuses  day after day for being selfish. I think over time I have learned a few things about myself and my natural talents. So I believe that sharing those gifts with the world and continuously working to improve them is sharing love. Love is patient, love is kind, it keeps no record of wrongs…google that and find out the rest of the scripture for yourself.

Is love a woman who washes your clothes and cooks for you a meal, or are they just tasks? Is love the way my heart pounds when I look at her, or is that just emotions? Is love warming up her car on a cold winters day and watching her drive off to work? Is love romance? Is love purchasing gifts? Is love smiling as you watch children grow? Is love an old dog who shakes his head and you see the slobber fly? Love isn’t something you keep in a box and set high on a shelf so it’s safe from harm, love is the giving part of the heart that is not afraid to risk…