LOVE . . . whatever that means

So I am questioning this whole love thing. Lately a lot has been happening around me in my friend's love lives and in my own at times that really makes me question it. Love has been the catalyst for wars, the topic of practically EVERY song and/or story and basically rules our lives. I am talking about romantic love of course. I am not going to argue the importance of family love or godly love. But this whole Eros thing kinda pisses me off. "All ya need is love", sorry Beatles, if that were true a lot of our lives would be a whole lot sweeter. Oh and those thinking that love is this huge all encompassing thing is going to hit us and be so wonderful that it will complete our lives in such a way that we will just know- like a lightening bolt or a sign from God and then it will just be easy from then on out- Well, I don't believe it. You can call me cynical, but I prefer realistic.

I am so sick of hearing about marriages falling apart due to infidelity, or relationships not happening because "I just didn't love them enough" or "We fell out of love". And then don't even get me started on people blatantly seeking companionship/love or even physical gratification outside of marriage. What is THAT all about? Believe me, I am a social worker. I understand the extenuating circumstances, but honesty is still the best policy- so get out and then get your freak on with someone else. Hurting your spouse/significant other by cheating is never ok. Once that person finds out, they are ruined. It's happened to me and it sucks.

I really wish love was enough. I really wish it could be the one thing that could overcome any obstacle, attack any insecurity, combat any addiction. But it isn't. It all comes down to choice. Love is a choice we have to choose everyday and sometimes it's the hardest choice.

I will now step down from my soapbox.