But then again, I say I love people and things that I dont really trust. So how can that be?
Obviously theres a problem with the commonness of the word love. The one-size-fits-all generalness of the word diminishes its glory, reducing a rare and precious thing to an ordinary catchall for affection. I love muesli for breakfast. I love my mother. I love to make love to my lover.
I also love buying things. This love is rarely recognised aloud its embarrassing to admit – but my continued exchange of labour for money, money for things and things for happiness, which I love, proves it. Im not alone in this as were all tuned to the core message of the market; love to shop, shop for love (it love, not sex that sells).
In this way, love becomes an ownership thing. Saying you love something means you want something I love becomes I love-to-possess.
And so love is cheapened; so love becomes something less about truth and beauty and more about whatever.
Trust, on the other hand.
How hard is it to trust these days? (To wit, trusting is harder than loving.)
You cant trust photographs. You cant trust your bus will arrive on time, or that the person waiting next to you wont blow you up. You cant trust the media, you cant trust the government. You cant trust what you eat is actually food, or the prescription pills you take will help, or you can retire at 65.
You cant trust that the person youre talking to online is who they say they are, or that the measures you take to keep your private life private will work.
You cant trust teenagers. You cant trust your wife.
You cant trust yourself. This is particularly telling the product of people who favour excess over restraint, extremes over balance. Or if they dont, think they do, and overindulge accordingly.
So in this culture of anti-trust and gross-love, what notion is most attractive?
I stand by love. But that depends on my definition, for which trust is intrinsic. I may give the word love away freely but I dont intend to reduce its value. And the intent is important it implies consciousness, which is essential to truly loving anyone, yourself especially, in the wholly magnificent and utterly liberating way that we ought.
How about you?
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