I have solved a question that has been confounding philosophers, poets, and psychologists since people gained the power of speech; “What is love?” The answer is going to sound like a joke, but I am totally serious. Love is a person having the same effect on another as bacon has on me. That’s not nearly as ridiculous as it sounds. This came to me as I was eating bacon; that can’t be surprising. I’ve eaten bacon literally thousands of times in my life. Yet there are times it still strikes me as something new and wonderful. I know I’ve eaten it before, but I still can’t believe how good it is. It passes the Marie Kondo test, it gives me joy. Love is a person that affects you the same way. The relationship can become comfortable and comforting but there will always be times when you can’t believe how magical the object of your affection makes you feel. They can surprise you while doing nothing you haven’t seen or heard or felt them do many times before.
I’m a strange person to have a revelation about love as I have never love and been loved in return. Once when I was heartbroken my therapist, not my current one, said, “At least you know that you are capable of love.” My reaction was, “don’t you know me at all?” That wasn’t something I had just learned. I knew I could love. I have experienced the sensation of someone forever having new car smell. Cooking bacon smell? For once I’d like to be the bacon.
What’s wrong with all the philosophers, poets, and psychologists? They have worked on this for millennia and not come up with a definitive answer as to what love is and I did it in 263 words. They must not eat enough bacon or chocolate or drink enough coffee. This is such an important discovery that I’m not anything I else I write will be anticlimax. I’ll await my Nobel Prize and marriage offers.
Wise Madness 