Shared Sorrow, Admiration, Tenderness and Love
When from shared sorrow, one moves from admiration to affection to tenderness, to gratitude to trust, it can end in a profound love, which sometimes fades due to lack of light and space.
Caught in a persistent depression since my children turned their backs on me, I vainly tried to find a kindred spirit who could console my tears or simply lend me a hand. On a social network, I was quickly "caught" by another soul in distress, desperately seeking to escape a vicious downward circle. enduring the harsh blows dealt by their loved ones. A dialogue quickly forms, and within a few days, our understanding becomes optimal. We support each other, and miraculously, we manage to get out of the hell in which we were stuck without realizing it.
There are encounters that do not start with the heart but with shared negative feelings and the concern to help at all costs through encouraging dialogue. We observe someone's reactions, without particular intention, and something in them stops us. A way of speaking, intelligence, quiet strength, and moral elegance. Admiration often arises there, in that first silent movement where we recognize in the other qualities we deeply respect. First, it is only a light. We admire as we contemplate a landscape, with distance, with gratitude, without feeling involved. But admiration has a subtle power. It opens the door. It creates a passage between what we see and what we feel. Then comes the shift, almost imperceptible. The other ceases to be merely remarkable; they become important. We find ourselves thinking about them, waiting for a message, a sign, a presence.
Emotional attachment settles in like a new breath. It is not yet love, but it already carries promise. It is a fragile territory, where one discovers that they care for someone even before understanding why. And one day, quietly, attachment turns into love. Not a spectacular love, but a love that has been built deeply stone by stone. A love born of admiration, nourished by trust, and strengthened by tenderness. A love that does not seek to possess but to acknowledge. A love that is not demanding but welcoming. This journey—admiration, attachment, love—tells as much about the other person as it does about us. It reveals what we value, what we hope for, and what we are willing to give. It shows us that love is not a lightning strike but sometimes a slow rise toward the light.
To love, ultimately, is to let admiration become a presence and a presence become self-evident until attachment is irreversible.