It is interesting to note that as far back as possible the disparity in age as it relates to the dating game has always been present except it was the older men who pursued the younger women. Pardon me if I am missing something but I cannot recall a name being given to the older men who pursue younger women. There are more older men dating younger women than there are older women dating younger men, as this was always frowned upon.
Young women of a certain amount of experience very often prefer a middle-aged man for a husband, as they feel more secure of his undivided affections than if he were a younger man; of that roving age, before his " wild oats have been sown."
The saying "Better to be an old man's darling than a young man’s fool" is often used by women who prefers the company of the older man. However who said it has to be that way? In the order of love I guess many will agree that to each his own. One could argue that no one has any control over whom they fall in love with. But it is none the less an unnatural and a disgusting sight some believe, to see the beauty of youth in the embraces of wrinkled old age.
It is true that we live in a society that sees older men dating younger women as the norm; this is not unusual as we look down the corridors of time we can see the history of King David, with younger women.
The argument still holds true that love has no age that we can fall in love or be loved at any age as love is considered blind. However for the most part many will agree that love is not just a mere feeling, nor is it blind but that it is a principle.
Love is a precious gift. It is affection not a feeling; a mood or an emotion does not correctly describe love, for love when present is a principle, which is far deeper than just emotions. The principle of love is defined in the attributes present when love exists. Love is not puffed up, it is impossible to stay angry with someone you love, for love does not keep a record of wrong. It is kind; it perseveres under all condition, it is unconditional.
One of the tragedies of love is that feelings are often mistaken for love; feelings which are often rash, unreasonable, sometimes defiant and blind in regards to reasoning; making the object of its choice an idol. Love does not operate on a surface level often fleeing in the light of adversity but rather is constantly abiding.
Pure devoted love however is a rare commodity one that should not be mistaken for passion, but often is, the kind of passion which is awakened by impulse, and which dies quickly when severely tested. Care has to be taken for love to flourish and it has to be nurtured and nourished with the food of love, one of which is kindness, having an affectionate heart and always employing truthful, loving words.
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