Today, I read an article that was talking about what love is not. It’s an intriguing post, and it is very thought provoking for me. You see, I grew up as a catholic, and as many of you know, I have also struggled with my sexuality too – truly, there is a philosophical debate going on in my head almost all the time. And, today I made a decision on something too. To me there is something about sacrifice that speaks to love. A catholic ideal, for sure, is to lay down one’s life for another – sometimes this is literal and sometimes it is metaphoric. The idea that sacrificing your happiness is somehow not love, because it makes us unhappy. Well, sometimes, there are things that make us unhappy that must be done for the benefit of others, don’t you think? I once heard someone explain that love is not pretty, love is not a fairytale, love is not goosebumps and spine tingling; it sucks. Love completely sucks, because it is uncomfortable, causes you to be unhappy, causes you to go against your own thought process to make another happy, and it will create pain, because sacrifice is painful. I certainly am not one to partake in catholic theological beliefs anymore, for various reasons, but I also find some of them to be truly valauable.
But my sacrifices that I will be making for the near future will not be appreciated and they will not be noticed as sacrifices, but I know they are the right things to do. And yet, I still feel like I’m doing it out of a sense of love. So, this brings me to my question:
What are good sacrifices for love and what are bad sacrifices for love?
How do you reconcile them?