One of the bloggers I follow Jennie Saia wrote a post titled “Measure your life in love”. I would definitely suggest reading this, if you haven’t already. She has a great way of writing! I understand the point she is trying to make, however I do not think it is as simple as she makes it seem. There are way to many feelings involved in any relationship for them to be simple. For instance, if one person in the relationship has always chosen to stay where they are, but over time their feelings get crushed and hurt so many times that it is no longer possible for them to love. They just choose to stay to providing comfort and stability for all involved. There are also the inevitable “what if” scenarios. What if one person is supposedly trying to make things better, yet continues to act, treat, and portray others the exact same way. Sometimes people are where they are, and with who they are, simply because it is the best the can do. It isn’t a matter of choosing, or not, love. It is simply the facts of their life lead them where they are. For many, the choice of love was lost or sacrificed along the road of life. I recently watched The Prizewinner Of Defiance, Ohio. If you have read the book, or seen the movie you know my point. If not, basically this woman suffered many years, and multiple types of abuse all just to try and give a better life for her ten children. It was as simple as that. I guess in a weird way she was choosing love. Not for her abusive husband, but for her children. I guess if we break anything down far enough it comes down to a choice to love or not. I just also know that no matter how simple we try and keep it life is very complicated. Each action has a reaction, or as I like to say each choice has a consequence. In general if we make good choices good things happen, and if we make bad choices we also have to deal with those consequences. Even this is complicated though. When we have to make what may be a bad, or debatable choice, maybe we had no better options. Sometimes we get stuck trying to decide the lesser of the evils. For me, I don’t think I can really measure my life in love. Mainly because like any other system of measurement I really never measure up to the “average”. It is basically a convoluted mess in which I usually have to take, overall, the best of the worst and ride it where it may go. If nothing ever measures up, how can love?