this is going to be a somewhat short post, especially as i’m trying to go to sleep so that i can hopefully reset my diurnal rhythm.
but i wanted to continue to talk about love for a moment, mostly as a response to what one of my readers commented on my last post. (btw, people who read and comment are awesome)
love isn’t just suffering. that would be too easy, and would maybe even validate all the thirteen year old emo kids who write godawful poetry about how much pain they are in because of a girl/boy. is their suffering genuine? of course it is… all emotions at that age are genuine. but is that really love? no.
love in my opinion is the willingness to suffer adversity for another human being. how ready one is to put oneself in front of the firing line or the chubby police officer. it is fundamental to the human condition, and like all things that make us who we are, it is at once one of the most heartwrenchingly beautiful and utterly awful portion of the human spirit.
so jail, war, oppression, these are just as fertile grounds for love as any paris night scene or idyllic nuclear home. if anything, they are more so, in that people are constantly called upon to back up what they profess, that they do indeed love and value another more than themselves, enough so as to be willing to put mental, spiritual and physical well being on the line for that other.
maybe i’m wrong. i’m wrong more often than not, but hey. that’s how i see it. or at least how i see it now. because like all ideas, it’ll get reformed and reformed as i age. so maybe, when i’m older, i’ll believe in it not at all, or maybe too much.
btw, the new xmen comics are fucking unbelievably awe inspiring.