The other day I read the headline or byline or small snippet of an article based on the theory that humans are incapable of simultaneously loving someone and worrying about that same someone. In other words, worry is not tantamount to love. This byline, this fragment of what appeared to be a lengthy piece of writing, has now been popcorning around in my head.
My knee jerk reaction was to exclaim, “You sir or madam, are wrong!” That urge most likely comes from the fact that I am a notorious worrier over the safety of those I hold dear. And I suppose I must be equating worry to the strength of my caring and out-and-out affection for these folks. Pious, perhaps? Martyr, maybe? I mean, really, does any “good” parent not worry about their children’s safety, futures, happiness and health? And does not their worry make their “love” even stronger?
If I were a predictor of the future, one gifted with psychic abilities if you will, I might foresee my search for this particular catalyst of thought and emotion provoking article in order to read beyond the byline. I mean, after all, one must have some understanding of what one vehemently disagrees with, correct? Plus, beyond my initial uncensored reaction there lies a curiosity and openness to this new idea. For when the day is all said and done, worry does not seem to enrich the lives of either the lover or the object of their affection.
So sign me up for new ideas and careful considerations of a new way of approaching the sacred experience of love. My knee seems to be healing nicely from its recent acute reaction.