Last night, due to a suggestion from my best friend and personal movie educator, I watched the ultimate romantic comedy, Love Actually. I didn't quite expect it to exceed the already high expectations I drew from its reputation, but to my surprise, it went above and beyond. Besides making me laugh, cry, and go "Aww!" about a million and one times, this movie flooded my mind with an immense amount of perspective.
First off, this movie taught me that love is constant. Although I do not see it in everything, or even feel it at times, it is not only there but it occupies every last square inch of space I assume is filled with air. Most of the time I feel a want for love of any sort, just to fill the void I realize that I create for myself. However love is actually the contrary. Love comes in and fills that crevasse before I really begin worrying about its emptiness. It's quite the phenomena, and before I turn this point into an impersonal cliché, I will move on.
Not only is love a constant in this inconsistent world, love is for everyone. To dip into the pool of cliché, I'd have to say that I have come to realize that love is for the rich and the poor; the pretty and the ugly; the kind and the hurtful; the happy and the sad; the important and the insignificant; the right and the wrong. And that is simply because love does not discriminate. In fact, love opens itself up as an offering to all those who will take it. I myself need to learn to take the plunge and accept all the love I take for granted.
As you may have encountered in your own life (and I certainly have in mine), love can be very complicated. But love is a different sort of complexity. It is beautifully complicated. The sort of chaotic harmony love creates - the sweet melody emerging from a rough instrument - is what makes love all that it is. Love is a separate endeavor from the rest of Earth's multitudes of struggles. It is an end that to be received, must be met by equivalent means. In other words, to get all the love you deserve, you must give the same amount back. That rule of thumb poses the question: Do we deserve what we give, or give what we deserve? Do you see how complicated it all is? But I know I will never give up my search for love or my journey of distributing it. And therein lies the beauty of love.
The reciprocation of love will probably always be a constant struggle for me, because I think I sometimes give more love than I can handle holding upon myself. It is entirely my fault that I don't consider myself so deserving, but I find so much love for others I find it hard to understand how much is left for me. Perhaps it never even gets back to me, but none of this will stand in my way. Love has a way of working things out on its own, and the only way to allow that to happen is to give love the opportunity to circulate and make its way through both my life and yours.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return."
-Moulin Rouge
I love you, Lauren.
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