A study...what is happiness? what is love?

Really interesting study on happiness and love I just read about...

If what love is seems a bit esoteric, what love is not is relatively straight forward.

Love is not some kind of “hack” or quick fix. Love is not the “like” button on Facebook or Twitter, or the number of connections you have on LinkedIn. It’s not constantly interrupting whatever it is you are doing or whomever it is you are with to check your phone. It’s not getting promoted or closing a big deal or even winning a gold medal.

Love is losing yourself in the process of caring about and showing undivided attention to someone or something, through ups and downs. It’s as simple and as hard as that.

While it’s true that cultivating this kind of love can be in conflict with the current culture, if there’s anything worth going against the grain for, it’s love. And though the outcome of love is awesome, the process of nurturing it need not be heroic.
Love is losing yourself in the process of caring about and showing undivided attention to someone or something, through ups and downs. It’s as simple and as hard as that.
https://getpocket.com/explore/item/love-is-an-ongoing-practice?utm_source=pocket-newtab


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