Day 5 is my definition of love.

I can’t define love. I can describe it, I can share how I’ve experienced it, but there’s no way I can possibly define it.

Though I’ve gone in different spiritual directions since my childhood, my tattered memorization of 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 remains:

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves.”

(I seem to remember that last bit as perseveres, rather than preserves, but that’s okay. I was itty at the time.)

At the risk of sounding like a total cheeseball, I will add:

Love is the driving force of existence: seeking love from within and without, and feeling love, and giving love. Love is joy. Love is caring because you can’t not. Love is crazy, and drunk, and blind, and chaotic, and can bring you to ruin just as easily as it brings you to the highest highs. Love is not the only thing that you need, but sometimes it’s the only thing that really matters. It is the source of confusion, heartache, delight, contentment. It motivates and propels you; it redirects and slows you.

Love is.

And it’s pretty awesome.