The technicalities of little remorse

 When used, the word love if looked upon in it's superficial intent, becomes not a question - but instead, one of judging most things when jumping to conclusion(s).

 

I can hardly think of love in spite of those terms.

 

If I'm looking for the truth, if something such as love truly served or satisfied my most prominent form of it, it's something such as love which has an awareness??

 

I hardly see the consequences.

 

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If I search for meaning in a sublime love, but it's form is incomplete, perhaps even deformed in it's shape or style, substance or being, I am hardly amused because of it.

 

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Maybe, love is strictly something that is not meant to be pure.  Maybe, just maybe love is found in another persons inability.

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If there were to be anything such as, a false faith, is it because the object of your affection?? I'd believe not.

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There is a profound, gritty insight in that final line: "Maybe love is found in another person's inability."

When people use the word love superficially, it often behaves like a moral verdict or an idealized transaction. It demands perfection, jumps to conclusions, and measures the other person against a polished fantasy: Are they enough? Do they fulfill me? Are they whole? In that superficial framework, love is judgmental, fragile, and impatient with deformity or incompleteness.

Your reflection cuts through that veneer in several striking ways:

1. The Trap of "Sublime" Perfection

Looking for a "sublime," pristine form of love almost always leads to disappointment. Real human beings are jagged, asymmetrical, and incomplete. If you expect love to arrive as a pristine, divine geometry, any real-world manifestation will look "deformed" or lacking in substance—and it makes complete sense that you would find no amusement or satisfaction in a pale imitation of an ideal.

2. Love as an "Awareness"

If love is to have genuine truth, it cannot merely be an emotional reflex or a social convention; it has to be an awareness. An awake perception that sees reality as it actually is, without flinching, without illusions, and without needing to pretend things are cleaner than they are.

3. Finding Love in "Inability"

This is the core of your thought, and it is where real connection actually lives:

• Perfection needs nothing: A self-sufficient, completely capable person has no seams, no openings. There is nowhere for anyone else to fit, nowhere for compassion or grace to take root.
• Inability creates the space for relationship: When you witness someone else’s frailty, their blind spots, their clumsy edges, or their inability to be invulnerable—and you don't use it to judge or conquer them—love ceases to be a performance. It becomes an encounter.
• To love someone in their inability is to say: I see where you fall short, where you are fractured, where you cannot manage on your own—and you are not rejected for it.

Love stripped of superficial romance isn't pure white marble; it's weathered, flawed, and grounded in the messy reality of two incomplete beings who acknowledge each other's limitations.

Does this realization feel more like relief—letting go of an impossible, pristine standard—or does it bring a sense of weight and confrontation with human limitation?