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Understanding What It Takes To Love

“Love is built on two pillars that best define what it is. Those are patience and kindness. All other characteristics of love are extensions of these two attributes.”
Deep right? At least, that’s what I thought.
As I read those words, I exhaled a bit. Why? Well, patience and kindness have always rested at the core of who I am as a human being, and who I strive to be as a woman. So in my mind, it served as an affirmation that I was on the right track. But as soon as I tried to savor that personal epiphany, my mind was instantly flooded with a stream of sobering communal realities…
“For every person that practices patience, isn’t there at least 5 who don’t? And what about kindness … doesn’t there seem to be this belief that kindness equates to weakness, and that’s why most people try to avoid it?”
Thud. That was the sound of my high crashing back down to a world filled with unhappy, unloved people.
So is that what’s wrong with us?
Can our inability to experience lasting love really be traced back to a deficiency in patience and kindness?
There just seemed to be so many questions and not enough answers … which is why I need your help. For as much as I provide you insight on love and relationship, I learn just as much from you through our constant dialogue as a community.
So do me a favor: give me your thoughts, not only on the opening quote, but also on my thoughts that followed.
I’m looking forward to hearing from you.
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