On my super fantastic run today in central park in a glorious 57 degrees I got to thinking about love. Being that I am hosting an event on Sunday about the relationship between love and food, I wanted to express a few things about my views on love. I am a hopeless romantic. I fall in love all the time, with people, with ideas. I hurt easily. I get heartbroken over people, ideas, things not working out. I mourn and I get right back out there.
Emotion is a wonderful thing and I have to say to most people who know me, they might not see me as ever showing it. So here to the world, online, I will. Shocking. Well, I have them and they run deep.
Love to me occurs when I put another person’s happiness above my own. There is this ability that no matter how busy I am, I always make time for the person. There’s always a point in the day to say, I wonder what that person is doing, thinking, feeling and how they are. Are they happy, sad etc. I find time to call. Technology is great, but let’s face it – there’s nothing quite like human connection and the sound of someone’s voice even if its for 30 seconds. I remember a while back in a relationship I was in that my partner liked to go to this cheap Mexican bar for chicken wings. I hated the place. Being into healthy food and living, the thought of going to a bar whose main service was beer and wings that it was an abysmal place. Just being seen there could hurt my credibility and there really was nothing to eat. But, it was two blocks from my apartment and their kitchen was open until midnight. So we ate there a lot. I could not understand how my partner loved these chicken wings so much and how happy it made him to eat there. I experimented with the menu until I could get them to make something that I would eat – rice, black beans, salad and sauteed vegetables. Once they got it and I invented my version of macrobiotic plate, they made it for me all the time and knew by looking at me that it was what I wanted since we ate there all the time. Was I happy eating there, no. Would I have ever gone there on my own? Definitely not. Did I do it because I loved my partner, yes. Did I act like I was happy because I knew how he was, no. I didn’t have to act, I just was happy. I had respect and compassion for the things that made him happy.
Granted there were many things in this relationship where I did things to make my partner happy and he did a few things to make me happy that he claimed he never would have done if not for me. I thank him for that. He changed me in a positive way, motivating me to choose my career path in health and wellness and I have no idea how or why but motivated me to complete my first triathlon. Despite the fact that there were times we just didn’t mix, perhaps because we were both too passionate and too alike. There are so many reasons relationships are successful and not successful and at the end of the day, but we can’t overanalyze the reasons things don’t work out, but rather remember, learn and move on. As a couple we didn’t make it, but there’s always positivity from connections we make with people and I am happy for everything I have learned and experienced and ready for a new relationship. One that is full of love, joy, sharing, happiness and of course disappointments, sadness, emotion and pain. Let’s just hope that the love, joy and sharing outweigh the other stuff.
It is easy to get jaded to the fact that love doesn’t exist. But I know it does. I know it does because I feel it. I feel it in the connections I make with people, one in particular I made yesterday, with a woman who I might do some very important work with. I’m a very logical person and I can reason away anything. Its very easy to put reason above emotion and push people out. However, I know deep inside that I don’t want to do that.
There’s something magical about love. There’s something even more magical about love that is requited. So many people are in love with the idea of being in love, but you can’t force a person to be in love with you or love you back quite in the way you love them. Sometimes, that happens, that we love so much and we get disappointed because the person does not return our love and then we try to hurt them or worse make them pay for things by cheating on them or withholding things from them or demanding things like jewelry and expensive meals out. We think this – it will prove his love if he buys me something nice. He didn’t buy me anything for x day (birthday, valentine’s day, anniversary) so therefore he doesn’t love me. Its not true. Love cannot be measured in material goods. This is not to say that I don’t appreciate jewelry or nice dinners out – but love is something that is a connection between two people and it is not restricted to romantic love between two sexual partners.
I love my friends and my family. I can fall in love with women, but not in the same way as men. This doesn’t make me gay, but I have a deep respect for women, certain kinds of women. Attraction is an incredibly powerful thing. It is what makes things light up in the world. There is truth in the “he lights up when she walks in the room” phenomenon. Just as we light up by certain people, we too can be drained emotionally and physically by negativity.
This is not to say there is no room for sadness in the world. But we all have our right to be sad, to need support, to mourn for lost love. My father died when I was 13. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss him and feel some sadness over something that I can’t tell him or share with him, something I can’t get his perspective on. We look to people often for their perspective.
So, anyway, its probably because I finally got to go running and get deep into thought – something I love about running, its very meditative for me. I wish you all love. I implore you to look at the relationship with your parents. See through the nagging and complaining and remember this is the person or people who gave you life and one day they might be there and you WILL miss them. Show love to your siblings and your siblings in law even if they don’t show it back to you. This is incredibly important. We grow to be transformed as humans in our way to show compassion and respect to people. There are a lot of people in this world I don’t like and very few I do like, but I try to see that there is something in a person – that they are a human being with loves, desires, hopes, wants and dreams – even if they are an antisocial axe murderer (well, maybe not) that I need to respect. Perhaps I don’t understand people who do drugs or have affairs or leave their children. I can’t judge their acts. I don’t necessarily need to have them in my close circle of friends, but I can respect their choices and not attempt to force my opinions on them.
There are so many moral arguments and as society we constantly want people to see things they way we do and be right. But we don’t have to. I started writing a novel 10 years ago about Israel. I modeled my main character after a woman I met in college whose family moved from Scranton, PA to Jerusalem when she was 14. The novel became fiction after that, with many characters representing figments and pieces of people I met, people I dreamed, people I never met and wanted to and strangely, a character I wrote and then met a very close incarnation of. Life is funny that way. If the novel ever gets published, I’ll leave the recognition of the characters to the people in my life and those who have left it. You may recognize yourselves and you may not. They are just figments and pieces.
Anyway, the book is about love, my character experienced a lifetime of loss and a crisis of identity – but still like I in her many years of evolution finds love, loses love and finds it again remaining hopeful as do I that love is out there and love is multidimensional. In the middle of the story of the character I set a very subtle understory of two men who meet at Harvard (shocking I know). I hope the reader will see the men are the future leaders of some sort of one state solution that joins Jews, Arabs and other ethinc groups together in love and harmony. At the end of the day in a very silly movie with Adam Sandler this was proven. What are we fighting for. Can’t we all just get along.
Perhaps you see me as idealistic or a hopeless romantic, but if you’ve read this far, I think you see that there is some magic about bringing more love into your life and that you see as humans why we are really here. Success, money, accomplishment – these are great things, and as a driven entrepreneur I don’t think we should ever stop pursuing our dreams, but we need to make a little room for people, for love and of course, for ourselves.