“After all, love isn’t everything. It’s all very well at its proper time and its proper place.” Such beautiful words, and the depth of meaning they carry. From my point of view, some may relate, while others prefer to keep their distance.
We are all constantly in search of love. In every corner, we hope to encounter that elusive feeling, one that can lift us to heaven, set our hearts ablaze, seduce and deceive, make us laugh and then weep, reveal both strength and vulnerability, innocence and guilt, addiction and indifference, the best and the worst of ourselves – all without us even realising the transformation.
But is it better to be aware of love or to remain ignorant, allowing it to catch us unprepared? It is indeed a difficult question. When we are prepared, it becomes challenging to be truly taken aback. We know, and so we wait. Yet in waiting, we risk misery, confined by the predictable reality we construct around ourselves. Why do we do that? Why would we limit ourselves, shielding our hearts from the unpredictability of love?
For a fleeting moment, imagine walking down the street, minding your own business – listening to music, counting the trees – and suddenly bumping into the love of your life. Or sitting in a café, eating and drinking, when your eyes catch that one person. You may be scattered, unprepared, surprised, even frightened, yet isn’t that the beauty of the moment? I firmly believe it is.
In other words, love cannot be anticipated. It will not pass you by without leaving its mark. The best approach is to let it unfold naturally: go with the flow, stop searching for it, and trust that it will arrive at its proper time and in its proper place, bringing joy and a sense of blessing. You simply have to trust the timing.