Pictured above: A wishing well with locks
hanging above. The arch has writings and inscriptions, of which, the most common
is “te quiero.”
Literally, this translates as “I want you,” but a better translation
encompasses the way in which couples in this context use it to mean “I love
you.” Nestled in a garden in Salamanca, Spain, lovers carve their initials in
the lock, hook it onto the arch or chain of locks, and throw the key into the
well. The hope is this symbolic gesture of binding themselves with love and
throwing away the key will ensure that their love will last forever. Even if
they break up, the locks acknowledge that they are forever connected, linked
together by the time they spent as a couple and impacted by the love they
shared.
This picture symbolizes romantic
gestures, but what is love
exactly?
What is love?
Throughout
this course, we have spoken a great deal about different components of love,
how people feel and express it differently, how it has various meanings, and on
and on. But no one seems to be able to
define it well, which is to be expected.
Love is something very personal, so it is obviously difficult to create
a definition that is equally applicable to various people. Love could be called a boundless term in that
it has different meanings for everyone, so we can’t bind this abstract into a
single definition. I know I can’t come
up with an all-encompassing definition. As
an anthropologist, the best way for me to understand love is to learn what it
means to others; this is why this class has been extremely beneficial. This
blog is my attempt to situate what I know – from experiences with friends and
family – in a limited body of scholarly work in an attempt to define what love
is to me, or at least one possible trajectory of the development of various
types of love.
To
start my commentary, however, I felt like I needed some definition of love,
even though defining love is not the focus of this paper. I decided to journey back to our first class,
three months ago. Alain Badiou’s views on
love, in particular, resonated with me.
Even though we criticized him in class for being a romantic who may fail
to recognize the potential negative consequences of love, I found certain
passages to be in line with what I hope to portray.
In
a unique manner, Badiou equates love with communism: “‘Love and politics are
the two great figures of social engagement. Politics is enthusiasm with a
collective; with love, two people. So love is the minimal form of communism’”
(Jeffries 2012). I had never thought of
love as being similar to politics or communism; therefore, I think this quote
can be interpreted in many ways. For me,
it means that individuals lose their individuality when they love someone. They share all of themselves with the other,
from their flaws to their aspirations to their possessions.
I
argue that this is the case whether the love dyad consists of a father-son or
husband-wife. Love is selfless and
involves complete sharing. I do not
agree that one has to give up everything of himself, but he must be willing to
share with his partner, who must accept what is being offered. This always requires work; it is laborious to reveal
oneself to another and requires and ongoing effort to understand one another while
working through life’s challgenges.
Essentially, we cannot pick and choose what we want to know about the
other. If we love them, we must be open
to it all and willing to accept it all.
That is not to say that we will love or even like everything about this
person; I simply think Badiou means we must accept that that comes with this
person. If not, we’re likely one day to
wake up to a “stranger.”
Singer-songwriter Billy Joel warns:
“Well
we all fall in love
But we disregard the danger
Though we share so many secrets
There are some we never tell
Why were you so surprised
That you never saw the stranger
Did you ever let your lover see
The stranger in yourself?”
But we disregard the danger
Though we share so many secrets
There are some we never tell
Why were you so surprised
That you never saw the stranger
Did you ever let your lover see
The stranger in yourself?”
Bibliography:
Jeffries,
Stuart
2012 Alain Badiou: A Life in Writing. The
Guardian. www.guardian.co.uk.
Joel, Billy
1977 The Stranger. The Stranger. New York: A&R
Recording, Inc.
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