Throughout the ages, there's been one question that's consistently stumped the wisest of gurus and prophets -- and at times even Oprah.
How do you know when its lofty love -- or its wily doppleganger lust?
You must always keep in mind that some people are slooooooower to fall in love -- and/or they're wrestling with that infamous of fears: FEAR OF COMMITMENT. Meaning? Even if you sense you're experiencing mere lust, there's a chance that lust is simply how you/your partner start off feeling most "safe" connecting; but if you/they are truly working on fixing/nixing commitment issues, you/they might eventually cross over to the love side. Meaning? Before you break up, it's essential you take quality time to share a gut-honest conversation, talking about your values, needs, and fears. If you/your partner is just fearful of commitment, chances are what's scaring you/them is the concept of "relationship eternity." Relax and just take the relationship "one week at a time." And be sure to keep in mind a little love advice from Aristotle, who said : "Love is a slow-ripening fruit." Don't pluck the fruits of your relationship too hastily from the vine, just because the relationship is not ripening as quickly as you want!
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Americans have corroupted many English words and 'love' is one of them.
A mother love her children. A wife's love for her husband and vice versa. Another example; suppose one of the spouse has terminal cancer and the other spouse take care of the sick one even though they no longer can have sex isn't that love?
And, sadly, sex is a weapon.
but up from the earth
marriage to acquire
and while the one demands the absolute truth
I'm afraid the other
Is far to often
but a liar
somehow lust was my purity
And then there's Tony Bennet
It's _always_ lust. It's programmed on our DNA. Perpetuation of the species. We're just animals, ya know?
Hang around someone long enough who you like, and who becomes a friend, and it might become love. That rarely happens, cuz when lust dies, people want to toss it out the door.
Wouldn't it be nice if we became adept at playing the colors with our beloveds, in conducting our relationships with an appreciation of all the subtle gradations of love and sex?
It's pretty bizarre behavior, if you think about it.