Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Baby Don't Hurt Me

I think the existence of love is one of the biggest pieces of evidence for the existence of God. The fact that there is a force that exists that we all know in some form or another that can transform us all into stammering children is something that I don’t think science can every fully explain. The love between parent and child, husband and wife, heck even owner and pet is something that is so perfect and infallible in its way that I can’t imagine it coming from anywhere besides outside of the flawed world we live in. When we see something like that in action, I think it makes us all feel better. It’s not really something that can be controlled either. I see it when my parents look at each other and hear it when my married friends talk about their significant other. The bond between them reverberates loud enough that even simpletons like me can feel it.
And I feel it a lot, actually. I’ve been fortunate in my life to have been surrounded by love. For example: I’ve been lucky enough to watch one of my best friends grow in a relationship over the past six years and finally pop the question to the love of his life. Soon, they’re getting married, and there’s no doubt in my mind that they will be happy. It’s the little things they do. She smiles a bit wider when he talks. His eyes brighten up when her name is mentioned. They’re the missing piece to each other’s puzzle and seeing them be put together yields a kind of joy unlike any other.
Seeing that happen makes me believe anything is possible. The stuff in movies doesn’t seem as ridiculous now. I can actually believe the stuff in “When Harry Met Sally” now. The film brings us through the relationship of two people who go from hating each other to being friends to loving each other and does so convincingly. After seeing the impact love and the loss of love has in the real world, it becomes abundantly clear that people will, as the great philosopher once said, do anything for love. No other emotion could make that happen. No other species loves its mates. No one can really explain what it is. And that’s what makes it really special.

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