Sometimes I wonder what love is, even though I know that it is as indefinable as the size of the universe. Different cultures and places create love with different contexts, but always with the same content. It is God’s greatest creation, and there is still no one capable of defining what it is and how and why it exists.
Love can be beautiful and yet, ugly and destructive. In school I was taught that the heart is a muscular organ which pumps blood through blood vessels, but she didn’t talk about the ability of a heart to sense the sweetness and bitterness of love. What makes a heart capable of feeling pain, when a broken heart is not treated in the orthopedic wing of the hospital?
I see love as an art, used to appeal to and connect with human emotion. It is a bond of sensations.
People question. We crave for answers – not being accepted after making a lot of sacrifices. But how do we make love? How do we measure love – through its depth or richness? Love is not about how thoughtful the actions are, but the depth of affections.
My dear friends know the way I relate to the way lovers are connected. I have made this hypothesis some time ago. And this has always been the answer for my heart to unanswerable questions. Falling in love is like finding the correct key to a lock. It is not about innovation to make it good; it is always not about the material coated on it, but the shape it has to fit into, the void to fill.
A relationship without love and passion is dry. Nonetheless, I will not draw the conclusion that love is the main reason to commit but it is an essential one. Until a certain stage, commitment is also about what we pursue and what we are able to give. To commit in a relationship solely based on emotions is shaky. Therefore, I learn to compromise.
Another opinion is that perhaps love is like a dance, performed by a pair; likened to moving sculpture, it merges two souls into one. To understand love is to know the steps of the partner, and to care is to show grace in movement. And to tolerate is to create the rhythm from which the dance comes from. All are the components to make a beautiful piece of art.
People desire. We want a good-looking, rich and caring man; or a pretty, sophisticated and mature girl who cares, who tolerates and who understands. But how many of us hope for a relationship where we can love and care a lot and give our best? Wanting something from a relationship is human nature. Most perceive a relationship to be a box that contains gifts, but when we open it and find that we do not like the contents, we grumble and complain. Yet love should be an empty box – where both players contribute to and fill the box with all their ability.
People like to be loved. It is only human nature that most of us would hope not to, if we have fallen once, to fall again. Therefore we would rather be loved than to love. But failing once, twice or more is not sufficient reason to fear moving on. Where will true love be if everyone does not dare to trust and believe again?
Love happens when we believe in it…
We might get hurt in the end, but love anyway.
Dance as though no one is watching you,
Love as though you have never been hurt,
Sing as though no one can hear you,
Live as though heaven is on earth.
Last but not least, love ourselves before loving someone.
Ps. I wonder what my point of view about love will be in the next time I read this again.