One of the things with the notion of love is that there is a form of reciprocity that is involved - and yes, this is a generality… I can already think of instances where love is not expected to be reciprocated.
I love heart shaped rocks
I love road runners
I love Ecuador
I can say that I am pretty darn sure none of those love me back, (though I have an internal argument that countries/cities/regions can love someone but that is not really relevant to today's thoughts) but that is not the kind of love of relationships.
I love my son, I am sure he loves me back.
I love my family, I am sure they love me back.
I love my friends, I am sure they love me back.
Many of us do not take the time to notice and acknowledge how beautiful we are as humans.~ unknown
Lyric Poetry, painted by Henry Oliver Walker (Thomas Jefferson Building, Washington D.C.).
So, here is where I can say that in general I am really hard on myself. I don't know that I am a beautiful human... I would like to think I am, but I can't verify that I am with any certainty (you could ask my mom, and she would say yes, but she is my mom and of course she has to believe that...).
If we have beautiful on one end of a spectrum I really can't say that I think I would be on that end. If we have a complete spectrum of beauty I can't say that I would be on an end or even in the middle.. since there is something in the way we approach beauty that runs from good to bad that in some sense one part is better than another.
It is pretty sick, isn't it.
I mean, I look at my family, all my family and I am just wowed by how beautiful they are. I just can’t manage to apply to to myself.
I saw this Ted talk and it struck a chord, though I think he may too easily dismiss duty in terms of love... but, I do think he has something in his ideas about loving the deliberate awkwardness of being human.
I am most definitely on a scale that measures that.