People love. We are natural born lovers. Of self, others, pets, objects. Some love quickly, others from the sidelines. What one person may love is absolute foolishness to another. Love is not passion. It is not deep curiosity. Whimsical interest does not make love. I thought that if all of those things did not on their own make up love then adding them together would surely mean that love was present. Somehow I think that the process acts exactly opposite to our immediate thought.
What if passion, curiosity and interest were all results of love. Not the kind of love for something temporal, but the deepest, realest love of all. The type of love that is in a class above all the rest. Charity. This love is implanted in every human being, but having said that I do not mean we all possess it. We are given the opportunity to claim it, but only through real work can it be brought out of the depths of our person and given to others. Everyone really, because charity cannot be given selectively. It is for all man kind. Which brings me back...I think that the potential to grasp charity is what pushes each person to latch on to things and other people. It creates a desire to know more about an enjoyable topic. It places deep rooted passion for activities inside of someone. And it draws all kinds of people together. The divinity of charity provides humans with attraction toward one another that is not only physical, but mental and spiritual as well. Uncountable connections are made by people coming together. To me, those connections are rooted in charity, in our ability to relate to another person simply because we are both alive.
A young women is walking down the street, she probably has a lot of things on her mind yet, she still looks up just in time to see another person walking directly toward her. They make the quickest eye contact
(physical connection), the girl smiles but her warmness is not returned. The stranger is not upset nor do they act as though offended. They merely place their attention back to the bleak side walk and continue on their path. The story ends with our girl feeling slightly frustrated. But why? Who was the stranger to her? These are not the correct questions. What I very much want to know is, what did the second person represent? In her frustrations that she was not also smiled at this girl shows us our desire for connection. Our overwhelming need to create links, however minimal, that chain us to another. This must stem from somewhere. Why not charity. Is it too crazy to believe that our surface level want for love is really only because we already love?
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