Sooner or later all reflections on love end up being very high-flown. It will probably be the same this time, but I would like to write about an aspect of love that everyone undoubtedly appreciates.
In childhood, each one of us probably did something lame. We broke the window’s glass, drew on the walls with crayons, cut our hair ourselves or gave our friends the last supplies from the fridge. It happens, that’s life. However, I remember that in such moments when the truth came to light, my parents and grandparents turned a blind eye to many things. I knew well that they knew, and they knew that I knew that they knew. Despite all of this, they did not react with aggression or anger and did not hurry with strict justice. They waited for a good moment, observed, suggested confession between words. In such moments I felt loved with real love, which genuinely “does not seek its own” and “endures everything”. Turning a blind eye to trivial matters is a beautiful shade of love.
Unfortunately, with age we often forget about this experience of “love with one eye closed” and we are even harsh, condemning and critical even towards loved ones. First of all, love suffers from this, because by its nature love demands sacrifice and care for another person.
Maybe it is worth turning a blind eye to the flaws and weaknesses of our loved ones to see more than we think in the name of love.
[translated by StMichael.com]