Well, I missed the blog’s 3rd birthday ’cause I was in Turkey, so happy belated three years, everyone!
Anyways, this post is actually a response to my first blog challenge! So exciting! On to business and fewer exclamation marks now…
A Cool Glass of Lemonade has been nominated to participate in the 3 Days, 3 Quotes challenge by Carly of The Daily Geekette. Thank you Carly for the nomination!
The rules of the challenge are as follows:
- Thank the person who nominated you.
- Post a quote for three consecutive days (one quote per day).
- Nominate three new bloggers each day.
I’m going to start with my favorite quote, spoken by the inspirational Mother Teresa. It’s actually really hard to pick a favorite quote by her, because she has so many excellent quotes. Anyways, here goes:
“I have found the paradox: that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.”
~ Mother Teresa
I feel like I shouldn’t even write anymore because nothing I can say will be as beautiful, simple, or pure as what she said, but I guess I will try to write some. I learned of this from a friend who knew that I liked quotes. It’s actually funny because the first time I heard this, I didn’t like it that much. It didn’t seem that profound or interesting to me. But I always kept it in the back of my mind, and as I grew older, I learned to see and appreciate the wisdom in it.
As we grow up, our idea of love changes. At first, it’s just a pretty red heart, a valentine. Its shape is always symmetrical and smooth. It’s pointy on one end, but it’s not painful or ugly in any way. It’s just pretty and dependable and fun to doodle.
Then we get older, and we learn that hearts don’t look like that at all. Hearts are for pumping blood and getting oxygen to different parts of our bodies. Hearts are so vital to life. And it’s interesting that that is what we use as the symbol and language of love. We say:
“I love you with all of my heart.”
“My heart has been broken.”
We talk about love using the language of this gross-looking organ that we need to live. It’s not pretty. It doesn’t always work correctly. It can cause pain. And so does love.
Love quite simply, isn’t always beautiful. Real love is the stuff of life, and real life is painful. The act of loving itself causes pain. If we didn’t love, we wouldn’t care enough to feel hurt. That’s why I’ve always adored books and movies that make my cry: because I knew that if I cried, then that means it meant something to me. Tears are like my test to see if it was really that good or not. If we love so much that it hurts, then it’s real love, and real love will always win over the hurt.
Anyway, I wrote more than I thought I would. Thanks for reading!