They Call Her Love

I've had love on the brain lately.

Mostly, because everywhere I turn, I see ugliness.

Political digs.  Facebook commentary.  Billboard signage.  Commercials.  Protests.  Sidebar conversations.

So the other day, when I was driving, this song came on.  It's an old one.  You've probably heard it before.  Not paid it any attention.  That's cool. 

But it grabbed me because the band Parachute personifies love as a woman...a person...an entity...someone who saves.

And the truth is, we're spending lots of time, energy, resources, and space hating on each other.  I know it's not that simple.  I know, in our minds, we find all kinds of justifications, rationalizations, and reasons for our behavior.  We've got to create a better governmental system.  We need to save our children's future.  What about the environment?  The machine is broken.

But at the end of the day, what I'm finding is less people engaged motivated by hope and more people apathetic to change of any kind.  It's not true for everyone, but it's certainly palpable.

I told a friend the other day that I was sorry.  Sorry for not being there for her.  Sorry for the place that she'd found herself in.  Sorry that our connection wasn't stronger.  And I ended with, I love you.

They call her love, love, love.  They call her love, love, love.  She is all I need.