Living or Not...A Choice? What's Love Got To Do With It?

It's a bit later, and I have been dwelling on love.  Mine to receive or to give, or (if lucky) both at once.  I've always felt that it was love that kept people alive...especially, I have realized it in myself.  It can even be proved (and has been) in a scientific way with monkeys.  And if you count the old days of illegitimate children being sent to orphanages - I mean, s---, those places were hell-holes, understaffed, and just not "right" in so many ways for having children there at all.  Some of those little babies were only handled to feed them, or to change them; and there were dire consequences in their emotional and physical health.  This winds up being a pretty sad "experiment" with which to observe how badly touching, holding, handling and loving is needed by everyone.  If we don't get enough of it when we are little, we crave it to extremes when we grow older.

When we get bigger, much of the love we get comes from words and actions of others, but unless we get love of one kind or another in actuality, I think we may decide inside ourselves, to die.  So that is why I feel that love keeps us alive.  And unless I can find a way to conduct my life in such a way as to bring a minimum of love...I'm in  danger of dying.

I always figured that when people who weren't loved enough wanted to die, they just grabbed the nearest available disease and died from it. I have seen people die where there was really no good reason for their dying.  And I've seen people live, when there was absolutely no rhyme or reason for them living - me included on more than one occasion, according to memory and many doctors.  We were shot full of Death.  And we were supposed to die.  But we refused to believe it, and we were damned if we were going to die, thank you.  We were not ready yet for Death.  Almost a conscious decision that now was not the time...so, we are living and walking around today.  Anytime I see somebody who I feel doesn't want to live very badly get into an automobile or get any kind of germ or anything else, I worry about his life.  Because to my mind, we die when we don't want to live anymore.  A lot of times, many of us don't want to live anymore at a very young age.......

I think a lot of car accident injuries hinge on what we do in a microsecond when we either choose death and simply let everything go, or choose life and try to save ourselves. When that car starts to go over that shoulder of the road, there are a lot of things that can be done in that instant.  One of the things you can do is just give up.  (And this can be applied to any dangerous activity, or sport, or split-second event in any life where fate offers up this very choice...)

If I'm in some kind of situation (as I was once wont to do on a regular basis) of great danger, I don't want anyone around me who doesn't want to live very badly...it is just so easy to die.  I see this all the time in rescue situations when I put myself in extreme danger to aid another human being; and it will require both of us, or all of us, wanting to live A LOT to come out on the other side in exactly that state of being.  I believe that is one of the greatest rewards, that keeps those like me putting ourselves in those situations time and again....we get to see the will to live, the light of seeking life, shining forth from frightened, dilated eyes.

Does love solve everything?  Almost everything, I think.  And the problems that it won't solve can be made more bearable because of it.  There are many ways to die...but only one way to live.  I choose to live.  I choose to love...and be loved.  I choose to be here for those that love me, because it's a two way street, like I already said.  Everyone needs to both give and receive love.  May there always be enough love in our lives that we always choose similarly.  Some of the "getting love" can start right here from me...