We look for signs of love in flowers, red
roses, and sweet words. But the real sign of Love can be found in her
tears, and her callused hands, and her tired sighs…
“Have you ever
been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens
your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get
inside you and mess you up. You build all these defenses, you build up a
whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid
person, wanders into your one stupid life. You give them a piece of you.
They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you
or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes
hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in
the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should just be friends’
turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts.
Not just in imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real
gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” - Neil Gaiman
(Quote taken from Random Thoughts)
Filial love is the most misunderstood degree of
Love. It has been collectively hated, denounced, and criticized. Many
people will be lead to “do we have to go through this?” And the
answer will almost universally be unwanted. In this modern age, people
search for meaning and to belong. They work towards the
pursuit of happiness, and self-fulfillment. They work towards the
pursuit of Love. What they don’t realize is that sometimes, they’re
tearing themselves apart while reaching for things that are in the
extreme opposite of each other.
Filia is the obligation of Love. It is
the collective hurts, pains, sufferings, indifference, apathy, and
antagonism that will begin to descend on one’s life at one point in
time. One could look wistfully at the child-like innocence of Eros,
but that is only something to be inspired at, not to dwell in. Even
Mother Teresa, in the midst of her saintly life, entered a period in her
life called the “Dark Night of the Soul”. While in her prayers, and
seeking divine guidance, suddenly she realized that the inspiration of
God had left her. She entered into a spiritual drought that lasted
many years. And yes, she might have looked back to a time when God
struck her in a profound way.
But even with her prayers, acts of charity, and
great efforts, God remained silent. She turned to despair, and she could
vividly describe that there was darkness, only darkness. She prayed
to God, and needed to know if she was in the right path. Finally, God
appeared before her, and told her, “You’re in the right path.” And
then, He disappeared. He never appeared again. Mother Teresa later
described that the period that followed was the most suffering she ever
experienced. She was asked then, “What made you go on?” And, with a
tired voice, she replied, “Because I love Him.”
Saintly virtues like these are everywhere around
us. They are ignored, often criticized. We are often asked, “Why are
you wasting your time with them? Are they worth all your efforts?” The
answer has been consistently yes. And it would sound incredible.
Nowadays, the sentiment is “saints are admirable, and a nice role
model. But nobody wants to be a saint. People have needs, and people
need to belong.” Saints are nowhere near as superhuman as one would
think. They’re ordinary men who’ve devoted themselves to the suffering
for Christ.
One would look anywhere, and they would see pain
and suffering. In the realm of relationships, friends will often chide
one of their own, as she drowns in tears: “Why do you put up with him?
He has done nothing but to abuse you, betray you, and hurt you. Is he
really worth it?” And they will try to talk you out of suffering for
it, and acting like a martyr. “You’re a patsy. He’s using you.” No,
you’re laboring in Love for him. Relationships are not strengthened in
its happiest moments. It takes solid shape and definition from the most
painful ones. A healthy relationship is in fact one that has never
ended in conflict. And, inversely, a relationship that has never experienced anguish or hardship is a disjointed one, or not at all a relationship.
Suffering and pain is more than building
character. It is more than the test of fidelity. We like to think that
when we face hardship, God is only testing us. “He never really meant
to hurt us.” No. He did mean to hurt you. He wants you to
suffer in Love for Him. This is the same in relationships. For the
popular view that relationships should share in the joys, tranquility
and harmony is not the correct one. From time, to time, yes,
relationships should share this goodness. However, most of the time,
relationships should suffer for the sake of Love. Because a relationship
that has never experienced pain, and only exists to share in the
happiness, is not a relationship. It is a business venture. A
business venture is a called, artificial partnership of gains. It’s
not a human one.
To love pain may sound masochistic, to inflict
pain, sadistic. Masochists seek pleasure in abusing their body through
numerous forms of physical torture. Sadists seek pleasure in inflicting
these physical tortures on another person. But you don’t take pleasure in seeing someone in pain. You don’t
take pleasure in being in pain. It’s not natural. Christian
“masochists” flagellate themselves or subject themselves to physical
degradation, most especially in times of Lent. However, he only needs
to take a look around. There’s enough pain, anguish and suffering out
there to experience in everyday Life.
And that’s not all. There are two types of pain:
the sharp, and the blunt. In Christian teaching, we are taught about
the sharp ones. These we can easily identify—the physical impact of
breaking bones or battered muscles, or the emotional ones of acts of
hatred and contempt. These, at least, are sharp enough to constantly
remind us of our obligations and our responsibilities to the ones we
love. In relationships, this can take the form of disagreements about
work, or even acts of infidelity. The more dangerous type of pain
is the blunt one. You almost feel nothing. And that’s it. It’s the
inertia of rest, and physical, mental and emotional fatigue. You simply
are tired. No sharp pain might have triggered it; it just happened.
Suddenly, you wake up, and you’re tired of the same person beside you.
You walk to the classroom, and you’re tired of those smug, cheery,
insulting young faces. You become tired of the poor, the poor, the endless poor
who can’t seem to get themselves up, and always depending on you. This
is the pain that you will need endless prayer to endure. And prayers
have a two-fold effect: your appeal to God to soften the pain, which He
might, and at the same time, disciplining yourself to face the suffering.
Pain also has two purposes: afflictive and
corrective. Afflictive pain is the pain that you suffer because you
love a person. This is the kind of pain that I have explained so far.
However, there is another purpose for pain: corrective.
“Only through this pain can I straighten you. I am hurting you for
your own good.” Not only do we have to suffer the pain from others, but
we must also give pain for Love.
To a casual observer, all of this may not make
sense. How can there be Love, when there is so much pain? Halfway
through writing this, it seemed confusing, and so contradictory to
Christian thought. It dawned on me again, and slowly, why: we feel
pain because we are still tied to the needs of our selves. We feel pain
because we still have not shorn ourselves in our act of Love.
It will still not make sense. The answer is
clear-cut, and is right there before you. And you will still not
understand. Many will say that you’re only trying to justify your
misery. You might be seeking comfort in the misery of others. Misery
loves company, so they say. Yet, your pain is not yours alone to bear.
In Love, people will suffer for you. In Love, people will suffer with
you. You will share each other’s pain, until you have forgotten
yourselves, and what is left is the object of your affection—each other.
It’s understandable to shake your head and say,
“I can’t do that.” The love we see everyday in media is the Love that
enjoys in pleasures of the world. Natural desires are magnified a
hundred-fold, until the true object of Love is obscured and what is left
is its corrupted sense. Seeing a relationship as a partnership of gains
is an incomplete viewpoint. It’s not unnatural, but it’s incomplete.
This is where the philosophy of your relationship is “What can you do
for me?” rather than “I want to suffer for you”. Let’s face it; it’s
mutual parasitism.
This is the mutual parasitism that afflicts
one-night-stands and relationships that are loosely grounded, at best.
The latter wants to retain a sort of connection, but is noncommittal
about taking the next step, because not only is that next step about
responsibility, it is about discord. And pain. Christianity is so
unappealing to people, because it doesn’t hide the pain. It magnifies
it, more so in relationships. Didn’t Christ say, “I did not come to
bring peace, but discord! I will set you against each other, Father
against Son, Mother against Daughter”? Again, it’s understandable to
shake one’s head and say, I can’t do it. You’re not ready for this degree of Love. But at some point, you will have to.
So don’t discourage the man who, after seeing the
promise of greater rewards, though not completely understanding, would
risk the prospects of suffering and responsibilities. Don’t tell him
“you don’t know what you’re talking about, you’ll only regret it.”
Love is not a regrettable act. Even if he begins to regret it, this is
only because he is finally experiencing the filial purification. Why
should we discourage such idealism? We should encourage them to make
the leap, and take the responsibility, albeit with the gentle chide,
“you don’t know it yet, but you will suffer. But when you do, you
should hang in there. You’re in the right path.”
On a final, lighter note, I remember that phrase
from the movie As Good As It Gets. “You make me want to be a better
man.” Flowers, red roses, and sweet words are tokens of willingness to
Love. The real sign of Love can be found in her tears, and her callused
hands, and her tired sighs. Yes, it’s true. Love hurts.
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