I thought about including this in the previous post, but I feel that love being the most valuable experience we can ever have is more my own subjective opinion rather than what applies to everyone. Anyways, here it goes…
So what is love? I have thought about this a lot, but the concept of love seems to be just as elusive to me now as it was in the beginning. The Greeks had several words for all the various definitions of love, just to begin to describe its complexity. Personally, I believe it’s the strongest of all emotions, so strong that it defies logic. Even when we know we shouldn’t do something or that it doesn’t make sense, we will ignore our reasoning for love. It’s so strong it can even defy the ultimate instinct of all living beings—that of self-preservation, and we see it every time parents care for their kids, or when someone sacrifices for their partner. We all naturally crave it and pursue it on our own ways because whether we realize it or not, love colors and uplifts our lives long after everything else crumbles to dust. No matter if it is with your friends, your family, or your partner, I believe love is what makes life meaningful. On the other hand, life without love is like eating plain bread day after day without PB or J. It’s boring, and it gets tiring real fast.
Again, I cannot quantify or validate the meaning of love—all of these are merely my thoughts on this most elusive of subjects—but in my opinion, nothing quite compares to that heart-quickening sensation you feel when you see your beloved. Maybe that will change if I ever have kids, who knows. To end this post, I included a poem my best friend wrote about love, who does a far better job describing it than I ever will.
What is love?
Is it that 3rd grade crush you had to conceal?
Is it something that will appeal
To the masses? To the secret admirer
Who hides behind glasses?
Is it something you wear like a medal or medallion?
Is it a primal need like that of a stallion?
Or is it a pedal that fell from a flower?
Is it the exposure of weaknesses or the yearning for power?
Is it a wound so deep, it will never heal?
What is love? But furthermore is it real?