Really? I mean, is it? At some point, you've got to wonder.
I did a tiny bit of research about that saying and found out that Tennyson wrote it while grieving over a friend who'd died suddenly. We must typically apply it to romantic love because it's harder to reason it out when the risk you're taking to love someone is of a romantic nature.
If you've read here long, you've heard me talk about love being a choice. And I've referred to romantic love in those terms as well because ultimately, I believe it IS a choice. The part that's SO frustrating and that is NOT a choice is that part that makes you attracted to someone in the first place to the point that you have a choice to make about loving them. That's the part that really wears me out at this point in my particular life. It's so unpredictable sometimes, and just when you think you have it figured out, it will turn on you and bite you in the butt.
So, this is my cryptic way of working through some of this stuff without actually saying much about it. Sorry. But, hey, it's my blog. *wink*
More details to come. You guys know I never (or rarely) disappoint when it comes to details.
love and grace,
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