What is Love? Is Love What we Experience in our Families?

Is Love What We Experience in our Families?

I have loving parents and I have a really cool family. As a child, I thought my brothers and sisters were something very special in my life. I thought that I was very lucky to have them. Little did I know that we were all struggling with the something that I thought was my exclusive struggle.

Instead, I felt like they were all perfect. I was just the only person that was struggling. The thing that I was struggling with was an occasional feeling of emptiness. It didn’t happen all the time. When it did happen, I learned to fill that emptiness by myself through my relationship with my higher power. I learned to do that as a young child. What was I experiencing at those moments of peace? Was that the love my parents spoke of so often?

As a child, I felt the moments of peace were love. I felt loved when I felt that peace. Where did that feeling come from? My parents? Or did it come from my choice to tap into a power that told me I was enough? What did it mean to be enough?

Were those moments of peace possible because at that moment I loved myself?

As I grew older, it became more difficult to create that connection with my higher power. I had to work harder to feel that peace with my higher power. And there were times when the connection between me and my parents, as well as between me and my siblings, just didn’t seem to have that same power I had felt as a young child; that same belonging; that same sense of fullness, joy and peace.  Still, there were times when it happened.

Because of past experience, I knew it was possible to experience the peace more often than I was. What was I doing to prevent those feelings?

Were feelings of peace because I was comfortable with who I was? And was that an emotion, a physical drive fulfilled or a life force? Or was it something that we have no other word for but love? How could I increase the experience by the number of times and length of time it happened?

Is Family where we establish the paradigm of our lives? Do we establish in our families the starting point of our progression through life?

Is love the moving force that inspires progress? Or is it the reference point that inspires us to move to a higher level of comfort with ourselves and others? When we are comfortable, do we still progress? Must we seek to move higher and loose our sense of comfort?

I wanted to know what love is.