Real love

Real love

As I was going though life with this discontent of imperfection. I have come to realize that imperfection it what it is all about, if one knows only imperfection, then how can we decipher what would be considered perfection and imperfection. We go through life believing that love is something that makes you weak and vulnerable. Incapable of functioning as a productive member of society without that "feeling". Intangible but still so real. And when that feeling takes over you, is that perfection?
No, it isn’t. I am not saying pure unadulterated love doesn’t have it's place, it does. But it is not everything. In order for you to love to the best of your ability you MUST get burned, broken and beaten (figuratively, not literally).
Heartbreak is the most excruciating pain that you could ever endure, sometimes it feels like these feelings will never pass, and it may not completely go away. you may hear a name or a song or a particular phrase that just burns a hole into your soul, but you get passed it. pick yourself up off the floor wipe the dirt from your face and get on with bigger and better things.
Now what i mean about being able to truly love, you must know that it is going to be work, it is going to be fun, but ultimately you have to make the choice to continue to love. Falling in love is uncontrollable, it is staying in love that is the challenge, in order for you to want to stay in love you must know what it is like to be broken, and know that you will do your damnedest to fix what is damaged rather than letting it break completely. You have to let go of that "throw out, buy new" concept. With true love that is not an option.
Real love is feeling strong, content, empowered. Embracing the imperfections of you and the significant other. Knowing that if you don't put your deodorant on that day, he will still hug you, and love you just as much. Jumping through hoops is unnecessary. I am not saying get loafy and sloppy. Just knowing that you will be loved fat or thin, clean or dirty. That is love