Where’d we be without Love, eh?
Not a pretty sight.
What kind of love am I talking about?
I think there are five basic types of love:
1. The love of one’s family.
2. The love of one’s friends.
3. The love of one’s pets.
4. The love of one’s children.
5. Romantic love.
The love of family, friends and pets are pretty similar in some respects – when, no matter how big a dick you are – they still love you despite all your shortcomings.
True, your friends get to choose you, whereas your family and pets don’t have an option. Still, it’s always reassuring to know that someone is there for you even if it is only a disgruntled pooch.
Romantic love is a biggy. It’s probably the most euphorically ecstatic feeling a human being can experience. (Apart from synthetic drugs.)
It is also the most agonisingly painful when it isn’t reciprocated.
I suppose some people never experience true love. And that’s a tragedy. Some people do, then lose it. That’s just life.
I have been fortunate to have experienced love a couple of times, and I am grateful that I had the opportunity to share that feeling with another human being.
Of course, none of those relationships lasted and some were mind-meltingly painful to recover from. (Or was that the synthetic drugs?) But I’m still glad I got the opportunity to experience that sensation of pure bliss.
Finally, the love of one’s children. I was a very late starter. I had children in my early 40s. And something changed inside me. Literally. Chemically. I imagine it sounds quite odd to someone who doesn’t have them.
I have never known love like it. I would die for them. I would kill for them. Love is utterly unconditional. Non-negotiable.
Of course, they can be little shits at times too. Then again, so can I.
Love can save your life.
When you’re at your lowest ebb, contemplating the futility of existence – it is often the thought of the people we love that can help save us from the abyss.
So, for all of those types of love I am very grateful. I know that if I never experience romantic love ever again, I will always be satiated by the fact that I have the other four. Well, the cat’s a bit shady, so maybe three.