Selfless vs Selfish Love June 16, 2008
So I just finished re-reading one of my favorite books, Till We Have Faces. It’s a wonderful retelling of the ancient Cupid and Psyche myth. C.S. Lewis took that myth and started with one important change to the plot. With that one change he added so much more depth and meaning to the myth. And then delivered it so well… in my opinion.
The original myth goes something like this:
There were three sisters, the youngest was the most beautiful girl anyone had ever seen. So beautiful that a goddess was jealous and had her offered to the beasts on a mountain. That goddess sends her son, Cupid, to her in the mountains and Cupid sees her and falls in love. So Cupid takes her to a secret palace and fulfills her every dream. But, he refuses to let her see his face or know who he is, because his mother is still full of jealousy and hatred towards her. Her two sisters vist her at the palace and feast on amazing food. They get filled with jealousy and convince her to use a lantern at night while he sleeps to see who he really is… and a knife to kill him when she realizes he’s a monster. She turns on the lamp that night and sees how beautiful and amazing Cupid is, and wakes him. So she gets sent in to exile and the sisters die.
C.S. Lewis’ twist to the story is that his sisters can’t see the palace. They can’t taste the food or drink the wine. So the older of the two sisters convinces herself that Psyche is mad, loopy, lost her marbles. And that some thing or some one is taking advantage of her. So she gives her the lantern with good intentions.
So now, instead of a story about jealousy and trust… it’s now a complicated and emotional story about faith, and different kinds of love. A very selfish love is torn apart and examined layer by layer. Until it’s fully exposed and can then be repaired to a much healthier love.
A 100% selfless love would be amazing. I don’t know if I could honosetly claim to have ever experienced it. I think most love people talk about is a mix of selfless and selfish. The love fueled with jealousy and rage being more selfish. So, as all good books do, it made me reflect on my life and experience with love.
I admit, I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic. However, I don’t believe in love at first sight or that there’s one “soul mate” for everyone. But I’m a sucker for love stories… the intese desire and pasion in Romeo and Juliet. The extreme examples of selfless love in A Tale of Two Cities. When Harry Met Sally… two friends slowly falling head over heals for each other.
I clearly remember my first thoughts on love. It was quite selfish. The feelings I was filled with most of the time were dreadful. I was filled with jealousy and doubt. “Does she like me as much as I like her?” “She’s acting funny today, am I going to lose her?” “Why’s she talking with that other guy so much… and she’s laughing a lot…”
From there I tried a more “Romeo and Juliet” approach. Full of passion and staring and crooning. That did not go over well.
After that I gave up. I realized I had no idea what I was doing or what I wanted. (It’s true, I do have a problem with over analyzing everything). So… I became the only teenager I knew who wasn’t constantly thinking and worrying about who my next girlfriend should be. And that is when I first experienced a more selfless love. It was awkward and funny and ultimately I ruined it through over thinking. But the thing is… it didn’t matter. She was happy. She moved on. We stayed friends. My love changed and I moved on too. I didn’t have those horrible feelings of needing to be in control and needing her to be mine. I just wanted her to be happy.
So time passed and my life moved on and I tried to keep the same outlook on dating and love. I met another girl who proved to be a great friend and made me smile. It was weird though, because she was several states away from me. At the same time I met another girl in person who was also a great friend. Weirdness and confusion ensued, but both of them are quite happy now.
And then, I met Jillian. A purely friendship only relationship for a quite a while. I never met another person that I’ve ever felt more comfortable with. I could expose all my secrets and not fear judgement or mocking. I fell in love. We had a ton of good times togther and life felt incomplete if I couldn’t share it with her. And I never worried about what she thought. I spent no time wondering “what if she doesn’t like me?” or “why did she say it like that? does she not like me now?”… I was filled with trust and respect for her. And I still am today.
There was a level of comfort with her so unlike a comfort I had ever experienced. I didn’t feel compelled to change who I was to impress. I could be myself, 100%. No compromise.
I don’t think my love for Jillian is 100% selfless, I’m sure I’d be hurt if she found hapiness greater than what she has with me. But it’s the closest I’ve ever been.
And then we had kids. And I was introduced to the most selfless love I’ve ever experienced. And what’s funny is that the love that I dreampt of when I was growing up… the “hopeless romanitc” in me that was searching for such a strong, eath shattering, powerful love… was finally realized in an amazing way. At one of the first “Daddy Daughter” dances that I went to with Janelle, her face lit up with such pure hapiness and joy when in walked “Princess Aurora” to the dance hall that I immediately started crying out of my own hapiness for seeing her so happy.
So, the more pure and true the love, the more selfless the love. Jealousy and worry and mystery and secrets… to me… those are all impurities involved to some degree in all forms of love. A true love will thrive and live no matter what the circumstances, as long as the one you love is happy.
Give yourself to the one you love. Don’t expect to get the one you love in return.














