Love
What is love? Is it that dress you always wanted when you crossed that shop across the street? Or is it that dish your mother prepares when you visit her? Or is it that book which reminds you of that boy/girl who first smiled at you in the middle of a lecture? Love can be many things, it can take the shape of anything and it’s your call how you want to comprehend it. For me, it is the feeling of home and comfort, the sense of belonging and the fear of vulnerability.
Love, however is assumed to be understood more by not-so-young mature adults because when a teenage girl confesses that she cannot stop thinking about that boy(or a girl for that matter, because #pride) who saved a seat beside him/her in the bus while traveling back home from school, they do not seem to give enough credit to her feelings. We also assume that love withers away as we age, and all we are left with in our late 70’s or 80’s[if(hopefully)we’re alive] is just companionship with our partners and not love, which is not entirely true. I personally think it all depends on our belief system and how we really want to perceive our feelings.
Love comes to us in all kinds of forms at all kinds of stages in life. To understand what it truly means “to love” one must feel it hands on. So even if I try to explain the shapes of love, you are most likely to understand it truly on the day you realize you’re in love than by reading it multiple times in articles and books. I’m gladly leaving that part to you. But if we come to think of it, each one is beautiful in its own way. Sometimes it’s similar to the kind of love which we see in movies or read in books, while some other times it’s like chalk and cheese with the conventional ones. Why am I writing about love today? Because I claim to be a writer and love is comparatively easy to write about(although I secretly want it to act as a clickbait to get more traction)? Or maybe I just wanted to write. Period.
Although our knowledge about love might seem to be above average, thanks to all the books, movies and art created in its honor, it is still relatively difficult to understand it as an entity. In those days, love was considered to be normal and sex was considered to be a taboo. Whereas now, the roles have reversed and sex is something which is not that hard to get, but love is usually the taboo and it takes courage to let go and fall in love, hence making it difficult for the previous generations to understand as it was much simpler back then. There are times when we fall in love and it so happens that they don’t feel the same for us. But according to me, we can never really unlove someone even if there is no future, there. And when you’re in a process of letting someone go, the love you felt for that person might take another form but it never leaves, and it shouldn’t because none of us should be devoid of love, for it is worth so much more.
Anyhow, I think the most beautiful form of love anyone can ever have is self-love. It might seem like just another word as it’s currently trending but I’m only saying it because I’ve felt it hands on, and it’s one of the most beautiful feelings in the world. You’ll be only able to love someone fully and unconditionally when you truly love yourself. And lastly, I don’t think we will ever fully understand love, but we will just live in that emotion and cherish it, which is a fair thing to do, as some things in this world are not for us to understand, they are meant to feel and maybe this is one of those.
