Celebrating Love on Easter
Happy belated Easter!
The holiday is culturally about bunnies and eggs, but now that I’m celebrating it in context, it’s actually a holiday about love. Not romantic love like Valentine’s Day, but the boundless love that many of us forget about: why we love others, and especially why we love ourselves.
For most of my life I’ve struggled to know what love is. I thought it was a feeling that makes your heart beat faster. But every time my heart beat faster, it eventually had to go back to normal rate, and I was disappointed. Sometimes I got upset, sometimes I stopped caring, sometimes I was angry, but all of these times I didn’t know what was going on.
But after experiencing faith, I’ve learned that love is far, far greater than just a fleeting feeling. Love means loving any person before they love you. Love means loving any person whether or not they love you. Love means loving any person just for being that person. Love means loving any person you might hardly know. And love means loving yourself for being able to love like that.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love is far more than just romance. Love means being secure enough with yourself that you can love others freely without letting your personal affairs get in the way. It is incredibly hard, but also incredibly enriching.
Love means fully believing in other people, and not burdening them with your own insecurities. Which means fully believing in yourself first. You can’t do that without truly loving yourself.
Have I achieved this? I would say am far from it. But I know I can look to up to it on Easter, a holiday where this love was given to me.