Patriotism is a thing difficult to put into words. It is neither precisely an emotion nor an opinion, nor a mandate, but a -- a reflection of our own personal sense of worth, and respect for our roots. Love of country plays a part, but it's not merely love. Neither is it pride, although pride too is one of the ingredients.Patriotism is a commitment to what is best inside us all. And it's a recognition of that wondrous common essence in our greater surroundings -- our school, team, city, state, our immediate society -- often ultimately delineated by our ethnic roots and borders... but not always.Indeed, these border lines are so fluid... And we do not pay allegiance as much as we resonate with a shared spirit.We all feel an undeniable bond with the land where we were born. And yet, if we leave it for another, we grow to feel a similar bond, often of a more complex nature. Both are forms of patriotism -- the first, involuntary, by birth, the second by choice.Neither is less worthy than the other.But one is earned.
He made a commitment, Eena. And you believe this , she spoke the word detestably, is more important than true love? Yes. No, she stubbornly disagreed. Yes, Ian insisted as he put his finger to her lips, preventing her from arguing any further. Love grows and wanes, Eena, but honor, duty, and commitment, those things are constant and stable. They define who you are. They define who you are? she repeated. You mean miserable? Content, he retorted. Lonely, she argued. Faithful, he insisted, his eyes widening to emphasize the importance of the word. Empty, regretful, and Hopeful, Ian whispered in her ear. This word caught her off guard. At present, hope was probably all any of them could cling to.