Today’s #writing challenge is discussing your first love. It’s not something I plan on elaborating much on because I can’t recall having a first love. Infatuation and so-called doesn’t count. When I think about what or who could qualify as first love, a parent comes to mind. Someone who was there for you and sacrifice and tried their best to protect and take care of you, even when you gotten taken away by the State from them. A true story for me.
First love to me is writing and music. When I feeling down, when I’m feeling good, they are there helping, encouraging, uplifting, entertaining me. I would write and write some more about any and everything. I would sink deep into a book. One book became five, then fifteen, and twenty. When I want to escape the world, I would dive into another one by reading.
From Good Therapy website it mentioned: Love is a complex set of emotions, behaviors, and beliefs associated with strong feelings of affection, protectiveness, warmth, and respect for another person. Love can also be used to apply to non-human animals, to principles, and to religious beliefs. For example, a person might say he or she loves his or her dog, loves freedom, or loves God.
Love in general to me is an emotion that is greatly felt deeply. It’s action and an energy. It begin with self-love. When my first love(s) of writing, music, and books entered my life, I didn’t love myself. I was a child and didn’t fully understand much about it. I would see how people would treat each other and called it love. Now as an adult after learning the truth, I know what it really mean. What it’s all about.
I’ve written so many posts about love along with poems and quotes that I don’t want to sound like a broken record. Love is important and serious to me. It’s not something to be played with. Love is patient, respectful, and gentle. Love is so many things. I can’t truly say that I have been in love that I’m sure about. So, that’s why it is vital for me to work on myself and love all of me so when love(real and unconditional) does find me, I will recognize it. And that’s because I first love me. Though I do know, the love of self, the love of God, the love from a child and parent, perhaps even a sibling is the best love. A friend? Maybe, but I’m only speaking from experiences.
What is a first love to you? Thank you for reading.
Stay tuned for Day 20.
The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.