Deliberate Love

There is the love that is simply germane to existence: The love of a parent, the love for a parent. There is the love that simply occurs: Love at first sight, love at first touch. And then there is 'deliberate love': The kind of love that owes its existence to another source, but is fostered and cared for by the attentive mind. A mind that understands that perception always outpaces reality: The facts on the ground do not change nearly as fast as our binary minds would have us believe. A mind that understands that a hopeful heart must be given hope, an unsure mind must be given assurance, and a longing soul must be consoled with love. A mind that draws from the mysterious source that creates love, to keep it alive in less mysterious ways. It is very much like the mystery of life within us. We are walking proof of the magic in this universe. When we die, the magic runs out of us. To where, we do not know. But a skilled doctor does not contemplate this mystery. He intubates, he resuscitates, he injects life, he rejects death, and 5 minutes after the magic has seemingly run out of the patient, the magic is restored, and the walking mystery of the universe walks out of the ER and into the arms of a love that started out as occurrence, then turned into a love of existence, and was kept alive for a lifetime by the attentive mind. If there is anything to pay attention to in this world, pay attention to the ones you love. That is the only accomplishment that endures. It is the only magic we take with us.