Hi,
And yes, the big word!
But here’s the thing: with the absence of the French language:
I love my child,
I love my friends,
I like to walk in the woods,
I love my husband or lover,
I love chocolate!
Hence the difficulty in finding one's place in love.
From Arnaud Desjardins’ book “In Search of Self,” I have extracted this short passage:
Most of the time, “I love” means “I need to be loved,” and “I love you,” addressed to another being, means “love me.” This kind of love is merely an emotion. It is a love that involves fear, namely the fear of not being reciprocated, and when this need to be loved is not satisfied, violence, aggressiveness, and hatred appear. What is ordinarily called love is not a feeling but an emotion whose opposite is hatred. This hatred is more or less consciously accepted, more or less repressed, because it is one of the emotions most universally condemned by morality, but it is no less at work everywhere in the world, and increasingly so. As long as the ego persists, that is, the well-established distinction between the self and the non-self, and as long as this ego
is subject to the alternation of hope and fear, that this ego is subject to the ever-active mechanism of I like / I don’t like, I like / I don’t like, the word love designates only a desire. But, since it is the same word that is used to designate true love, one can in good faith find oneself in confusion and think that one is experiencing a deep, noble, even religious feeling, when in fact one is simply experiencing an emotion.
It is a pity that we so casually misuse a verb that would be sublime if it were used in the sense of spirituality.
Yours sincerely.
(Thank you, Lolly, for the link that allowed me to discover this book among others, all of which are very rich in lessons)