Once upon a time there lived a grain of sand in the desert. It was a tiny dot among millions of others. Some morning sand the grain was addressed by the sun.
“I shine only for you,” the sun said.
“How can it be?” asked the grain of sand in disbelief - "I'm so insignificant!"
“If you weren't worthy of someone's love, you wouldn't exist at all,” answered the sun. /Juris Rubenis

As a child, my answer to the question of what is love would be clear:

"You are loved by the one who loves you, but you love the one you want to love."

Perhaps we complicate the question of what is love , and worth going back to that simple and so true child's explanation?

Theses found on the web say:

Love is a deep, inner world-oriented feeling...

Real love is complete and unconditional acceptance of another person...

Mysterious feelings that we feel but don't understand...

Intimate, deep and persistent feelings...

Love is a feeling . Ideas about them change many times during life...

Love for yourself, loved ones, friends, children - in this carousel of feelings and definitions you can get confused! happens that we get a little lost in relationships, no longer distinguishing whether what we feel for the other half is really love.

Love is when you fall in love with the apparent imperfections of the other and you associate them only with him. Your beloved people. You never liked men with chest hair, but it just so happened that your lover had ancestors of a hot-blooded mentality and he is gifted with an especially abundant hair gene. And you love it in him, you without it can no longer imagine him. Close your eyes, cuddle your loved one, caress his chest and enjoy, feel, enjoy...

Love is when your woman's back is covered with moles and you know every one of them. Loved ones the body is like a map that your fingertips know with your eyes closed.

Love is when you want to dive into the aroma of your loved one and don't want to overwhelm it with expensive perfumes.

Love cannot be wrapped in a gift box. No, it will break out of the box, overflow and overflow. Try to define love is like wrapping it in a black box tied with a silk ribbon.

Love has no definition. It is divine and intangible.

Love must also be divine towards oneself. To not love yourself is to do harm to your loved ones. Because it is true that to love, to the bone, endlessly and truly, we can only love if we love and know how to love ourselves. Forgive. Accept. Without conditions. Not to set demands and then be disappointed that we are not superhuman or superheroes. You are a superhero if namely loving yourself. If you know how to love yourself, you can feel it... You fill the space with love, from which you can draw and enjoy peace to your housemates.

It hurts to hear the words: "I only think about others, I do everything for you, I sacrifice for you, but I can't to think selfishly about yourself...” No, no and again no! Make yourself happy, give yourself moments of rest, let to make mistakes, to be late, to not do what won't stop the world, to afford to do nothing at all from time to time and just being - that's not selfishness, that's self-love. this misunderstood sense of responsibility is not love.

Please love yourself. Please

You don't need to be convinced about love. There is no room for doubt. Love is when you ask a child - "Would you like a kiss?" dosi?", and he says no. But you know he loves you. He loves you even if he says no.

Author of the article: IEVA KRASTIņA

Photo: MIKS SCHELS

Visual content artist: KSENIJA BELCA-BESLER

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