It’s the perennial question, especially for women, I guess. Of course, I’m talking about romantic love.
Many people, especially women writers, have expressed that being loved is a greater bliss. It brings utmost contentment. Only a handful of very lucky people can stay being loved for a long time. It requires luck because while you can choose whom to love, you cannot force people to love you back.
Yet, once in a while, you come across women, or women writers, who claim that they would rather love, than be loved. For me, this is interesting. While loving unconditionally is a noble act, the problem is that I think that we have a stronger psychological need to be loved, than to love. Of course, we also have a psychological capacity to love. But as Erich Fromm has pointed out, to love requires a lot of mental effort. How long can we ordinary folks sustain that effort? On the other hand, the feeling of being loved brings with it long-term contentment. In a sense, it is ‘easier’ to be loved, than to love.
Even when it is romantic love, how long can we sustain that unconditional effort? Or you may argue, effort is not in question here. It’s chemistry. You just can’t help loving each other. You just can’t help it.
Fine, but psychologists have all pointed out, confirmed by our own experience or our observations of countless cases, that this chemistry, this can’t-live-without-you fever, is short-lived. Again, we can’t help it. It is in our genes that this chemistry is short-lived. Six months on average. A year if you’re lucky. Afterwards, it is conscious effort that will hold two lovers together.
Then, why is it then once in a while we hear people, especially women, claiming that they would rather love, than be loved, and that to love is a greater bliss?
I have no training in psychology. I guess on a certain psychological level, we want to (need to?) glorify ourselves; we want to think of ourselves as someone special, someone great. This special person will love unconditionally, even when the person she loves does not love her back.
And I think there is a certain beauty about this unconditional love. So for example, I do find the scenario depicted in the last pargraph of Ko Wai Yin’s article below (Apple Daily, March 3) beautiful, even though I doubt how many women can ACTUALLY attain that stage. Or you may argue, it is exactly because few of us mortal souls can reach that stage, or even want to reach that stage, that we find it beautiful.
By the way, at this moment in time, I believe that the only kind of love that has the capacity of coming very close to 100% unconditional is parental love. Erich Fromm has said the same!