St. Valentine’s Day, with the heart-shaped chocolates and musings about love, is shortly upon us.
Years back, DS asked me why almost all the popular songs are about love. I answered that love is, well, popular. The accoutrements and trimming attached to love have always been popular. Speaking about love is a perennially popular topic, and singing about it is “the popularest.”
This got me thinking about famous quotations from venerable sources that, when you stop to think, don’t quite hold water. Don’t get me wrong, they all contain some truth. But in the main they come short.
“Love means never having to say you’re sorry.”
Really? Me no likey this one.
“Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you.”
Very nice Loretta, but it ain’t so, darlin’.
“Let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.”
Oh, brother! I mean, oh, mother—sometimes yes and mostly no.
“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.”
And I thought Aristotle was the earthbound thinker. Really, Ari.
So while all of these are nice enough, though sorely lacking, I find this last one, not as pithy or as poetic, to be much more satisfying:
“Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.”
My sixpence-worth is that Love is a mystery. Just like life, and all of creation.
Keep singing, and send chocolates. That part is all good.