Love is ...

I was on my way home last night and the usual traffic allowed my thoughts to once again drift away while viewing the world outside the car I was in.
Then, amidst the noise and the commotion I was observing, it just hit me on the face ... this thought about LOVE.
I have read so many readings about love and its definition. Some cheesy, some philosophical, some serious, some just for the laughs.
Then I asked, what is love for me? How do my finite mind express in words the meaning of a word whose depth and soul has been a search universally by all people from all walks of life?
I realised, that LOVE is a sacrifice. That man can never reveal that they have love until they have given something, somehow of themselves to the one they love. That, I think, is what LOVE is. A selfish man can never say that he has loved. Love can never be until you have offered something of yourself for the benefit of the other. Until the time you have thought yourself second and the one you love first, then you have not known what love is.
It's like when a child ask from a mother the bread she is to put on her mouth, the mother will thoughtlessly offer the piece of life to her child.
Or like a husband who have an important moment to shine in his career learns his wife is dying, he will thoughtlessly give up the once - in - a - lifetime chance to be with his ailing bride.
Or a friend who has found the best dress for the school dance only to find out it was the first choice of her best girlfriend too, who will be having her first date with her long time crush, she will thoughtlessly offer to have the second best dress for herself and give away the first to her friend.
Or even a dog who thougthlessly welcomes a bullet to protect the master he loves.
Thoughtlessly. Not even a single thought to the mind.
I dunno, maybe there is more to love than what I have thought it would be. I'm sure there is.
But I have looked at the Cross, stare in Jesus, whose arms are wide spread, whose side is bleeding, whose head crowned with thorns, and I thought, what this man has done maybe what the depth of love is.
He has not only given a piece of himself, but the whole of him to mankind.
With the thought of love raising in my mind, brewing inside me, I have asked myself, have I ever made anyone feel that I LOVE them? In its true meaning, have I ever?
I thought of my mom and my sister and my grandmother, and my nephews, my aunts, and my brother, my closest friends ...
I felt I have ... and yet I felt I have yet more time to prove such feeling of mine to them.
I have realised that there is nothing short to giving my life for my love one.
I left the car feeling absolutely scared and truly jubilant with the thought.

later.