I went to see the Sex And The City movie with a couple of friends tonight. And, as we all do after a movie, we talked about it. But this time, I didn't really talk. I just listened. I listened to one friend talk about how depressed she felt and how he was this and she was that and on and on. (I don't want to ruin the movie for anyone who reads this blog. Plus, it's not about the movie anyway, so the details are just that...details.)
After listening to my girl lament about how she felt about love and relationships. I said, "Well. I believe in love. So...hey" and smiled and shrugged my shoulders. And that's right when it hit me.
I believe in Love. What a great, great feeling!
It's a bit strange because I instantly felt separate from my friends. I felt different. My opinions were unlike theirs. I was in a much happier place and I couldn't complain about Love. Even though I've had my heart broken a thousand times, the darn thing just keeps on beating. And I am thankful for that. I mean, honestly. How can I complain about something so amazing?
Now, don't get me wrong. It's not that my friend was necessarily complaining about Love itself, but she was definitely focused on the smaller things--the reasons why Carrie and Big's relationship shouldn't have been...the reasons why Carrie should be mad and Big was selfish (again, details). But, at the end of the day, no matter what, they were still in love & they had that. Love overcame all the small things. [Without giving it away, I do understand why my girl was so mad at Big and she has every right to feel that way. However, since I believe that Love conquers all, everything else is just details...bullshit.]
My belief in Love goes way beyond the love between a man and a woman (or man/man or woman/woman...to each their own). It goes way beyond intimate relationships. My belief in Love encompasses all Love. The Love between lovers. The Love between friends. The Love between family members. The Love between people. The Love for self. Love in general.
All the things I have been taught about Love, especially in the last few months, have provided me with a much clearer understanding of not only the word, but also the feeling and the power behind it. Love is abundant and we are all capable of giving It and receiving It. And not for one moment will I ever discount It. I will never take It for granted. I will never speak badly of It. How can I? I know what it feels like to receive Love. I know what it feels like to give Love. I know what it feels like to be in Love. I know what it feels like to make Love. It's a good thing. Hell, It's a GREAT thing!
After parting ways with my friends, when I got to my car, I took a moment to really digest what I was feeling. Instantly, a sentiment of happiness came over me. A sentiment of Love. I started my car and It's A Love Thing by The Whispers blasted from my speakers. As I drove home, I sang along, bopped my head and danced behind the wheel. And for the first time, I really, truly FELT the words...IT'S A LOVE THANG! I played the song over and over until I got home.
It is truly a Love thang!
Yes.
Yes it is.
I LOVED this. I guess my feeling toward it goes with the mood, eh? You remind me of my mom. Not that you're a 55 year old, hot Chinese woman. But the way you think....she is so positive about everything in life. And it's paid off. Seriously.
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It is sooooo true. It is not a man/woman thing, it's purely a love thing. Love for self equals love for others. There are tons of people and things to love ;) Good one, babes.
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