March 1st marked the twelfth year of my being a widow. I’ve had no serious relationships in the interim. A friend asked this morning if I think I will fall in love again. I told him I hope so, but I’d prefer to rise in love again someday. It sparked a discussion that the results of I thought would make a good post. So here goes…
We say we “fall” in love.
- to come or go down quickly from a high place or position, to let yourself come or go down to a lower position, to become lower, to become less, to lose value)
Falling is uncoordinated; a generally unconscious act. No one wants to fall. The body instinctively tries to reach out to brace itself against it. Falling is not something we want to do in any other circumstance.
Why is it allowed in love?
Now to rise? That’s something different.
- to move upward, to become higher, to advance to a higher level, to become stronger, to be or become better, to make the special effort.
To rise. To uplift. To elevate.
Love should bring you above it all even when in the muck of it. Does anyone remember a few ago during the Vancouver riots after the game – specifically the now infamous photo of the couple kissing on the ground? There’s chaos around them, you can see police in the near distance behind them. Yet they are kissing.
For all that was going on around them, in that moment it, was just about the two of them. It’s him giving her comfort in the midst of madness, still it comforts him as well for her to accept it and return it.
That was a moment of rising in love between two people who had no idea the moment was captured until it was shared across the globe.
Also note: rising in love is no guarantee of its reciprocity. Nor is it solely the providence of romantic love.
- Ask the parents visiting their newly admitted drug addicted daughter screaming vindictiveness from her rehab room as they walk away praying it works this time.
They rose up to keep loving her.
- Ask the caretaker of the elderly sun-downing woman who no longer recognizes him as her son these days. He rises up to love her regardless.
- Ask the classroom of children who shaved their heads in support of their teacher stricken with cancer. They rose up.
And because sometimes the love you have to rise up to, is the love of yourself:
- Ask the man momentarily miserable, yet at peace as he walks out the door of an abusive relationship knowing he’s never coming back. He rose.
And that is the blessing, but also the crux and the curse of it.
Because falling in love is relatively easy. I said relatively.
Falling in love is that easy B-. It required very little effort on your part to pass the test. Now you have time for that Saturday Social with your B- and maybe even B+ friends. And if that was all you wanted, then okay. When you see the Honor Roll and your name was not on it. You’ll always know you could have done better.
Rising in love takes work, compromise work and yes some sacrifice.
Rising in love is not being satisfied with that easy B-. You’re willing to work for it. You give up a couple, maybe a few Saturday Socials. Some friends may tease you. You see the pictures of what you’re missing, but you persevere. When you do show up at the Saturday Social again, you do so with a hard earned A, maybe even an A+ and your name on the Honor Roll.
Yes, rising in love is work, but the pay off is so worth the extra effort.
You do not choose who you fall in love with. However, you always choose who you rise in love with.
So yes, I do hope to fall in love, again.
But then I want to rise.
Today is Day 3 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
Come see how others are slicing it up today.