Something Better
What is the true essence of love? On this 14th day of February 2010 as I sit watching a string of romantic comedies, I pose this question to myself. As I reflect on this day, I think about the fact that I was in love on this very day last year. I had a nice dinner and received a huge bunch of roses. I had let go of all of my reservations and unzipped my heart to let a reciprocal flow of emotions circulate. Given my sudden and subsequent unprepared loss of that relationship, I also question if one should allow their heart such unrestricted access. Is it really God’s will to make us suffer the most extreme pain, a pain only second to the death of a loved one. A feeling that is so unbearable that the only response is the well-wisher’s anecdote of taking it as a learning experience, that something’s better is waiting.
Something better?
Isn’t it possible that we waste precious and valuable time always in search of a better version of anything? For instance, 
Apple just released their new iPad and it is the answer to my obsession to purchasing an iPod Touch or even changing my cell plan and getting the iPhone. I’m intrigued by all of the apps, games and the Internet browsing, features that are available on the current model. Hypocritically, I’m waiting for the better 2nd generation model to be released at a later date. It’s supposed to have a 3G connection as opposed to the limited wi-fi. It could be more expensive and suffer from it’s own set of operating system issues, but hey it’s the latest, so it must be the greatest, right?
This causes me to wonder… has finding love become synonymous with waiting for the latest upgrade?
Love… there can’t be anyone better than the one who takes your breath away. Better means that you found the person that you most enjoy speaking with on a daily basis or making love to when the mood strikes, the one who you want to make life better for and assist in making their dreams come true.
So to answer the question…
Love is caring for, accepting, enjoying, appreciating, and being satisfied with the one that was fortunate enough to have intersected your path.
Images:
Sunset: April King
iPad: apple.com
First love: Norman Rockwell (art.com)