Americans are blessedly cursed with CHOICE. We are the land of unending choices, unlimited cereal options, and limitless things to like on facebook. Yes, the rest of the world has the ability to choose, but we’ve become spoiled with options as a right, not a privilege.
Which causes me to think about love.
In a world screaming we have a right to choose, do we choose to stop loving our parents? Work? Wife? School? Is love a commitment or choice?
Do we endure love because we made a commitment or are we committed because we love?
I didn’t quite get this when I first read it. But when I went through it a second time, it all became clear. Thanks for the insight.