Sunday, December 25, 2005
The things we do for love.
When we love someone, we care for them big-time. We are not afraid to run after them, thinking they would run astray, get lost, or hurt themselves later on. No matter how hard it is catch up with them, we still try, even if it means going against our capacity to. That, of course, is all because of that crazy little thing called love.
There we were, Girlie and I, running around the subdivision, gasping for breath. Nevermind if it was December, beads of sweat trickled down our foreheads and necks from all that running. I was never an athlete, I even sucked at Robber and Police back then, but there I was, going against the limits of what my body can only do. Girlie, on the other hand, had asthma but she went on running to at least just keep an eye on Margot.
"Well, Margot may have just missed running around the subdivision," said my mom as I walked in and told her our story. I took off the crochet bandana I have been wearing the whole time (which probably had worsened the sweating) and wiped the sweat off my nose. Oh, and what about the white Havaianas I was wearing the whole time? Think one word: friction. I went home a mess but I was proud to have been able to make Margot come back home (with her dobe ears hung low as she saw Girlie and I approaching her cage after the wild chase).
You see, I was really worried. Sure, she might have just missed running around her route, but Girlie and I never thought that. We knew Margot was a smart dog, but she could have been too curious and could have gone past the subdivision gate. I was afraid she would get run over by some car with a reckless driver. That kept me going. That made me run faster and faster, not minding how pudpod my favorite pair of Havas were (while Girlie was wearing her first-ever Dupes), not minding how sweaty I was already, not minding how many times I almost fell on my knees (and the scabs and/or scars I would get!). I was more concerned about Margot than anything else about myself.
Something I learned from being Internal Affairs Committee deputy of IDAFL: I'll Do Anything For Love.
When you find yourself caring about someone more than you do yourself, that's LOVE. Love is patient, kind, self-sacrificing, and unconditional. Love is not obsession. It is not even need. Love stands for itself; love is simply love. No other feeling, emotion, or entity will ever equal love.
(And so I let go of my past idea of love as a result of need, as an investment; which I used to stand firmly upon during my Soc Sci 2 days.)
The chase was indeed tiring and really wa-poise but I don't mind doing it again. Like I said, I'll Do Anything For Love.
I love you, Margot. Welcome back. :)
