In as long as I can remember, Sonnet 116 from Shakespeare has spoken to me. It just sounds right, and it feels right. But don’t let me try to convince you, read it yourself here:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
It may be a bit naive, but the idea of love that doesn’t change and not being shaken by circumstances, I’d like to think we all have a chance at that. Even with time, mistakes, obstacles, real love stays, and cannot be taken away. Now I am not an idiot that thinks that love doesn’t need work and doesn’t evolve, but I am agreeable to the idea of love being there, if it’s real. It may be the most difficult thing to do, to love when crap hits the fan, or circumstances change, but it’s there, you just have to dig deep to find it. And it’s not just romantic love, it’s the love you have for your friends, your family, your pets. Life throws crap at you all the time, it’s how you deal with it that matters. It’s how you love through it.
What do you think about love?