When I say that I love someone, I mean it. I am sure, that there are many who would question the solidity of that, and might also even question the usefulness and relevance of my statement. Just like Franklin Jones implied in his quote, I borrow, believe, and I quote, “love doesn’t make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile”.
It saddens me that we have managed to redefine the word “love” so many times, that it is almost impossible to understand or realize the word.
Love is many things, not just one. It is an idea, it is a feeling, it is a commitment, it is a job, it is a debt, it is life, it is food, it is freedom in trust, and it can be anything you wish too.
However, the beauty of love is in its ability to touch anyone that it captures, regardless of who and what you are. Love proves to be a discipliner of people in both good and bad ways. It shapes the weak into the strong, provided that the motivation is right. It also shapes the strong too, again, provided that the motivation for it (love) is right.
Ultimately, one must love someone to have been here on earth. I believe that love is the essence of who we are as a people, as a community of minds, as a society of characters, as a union of friendships, as a gathering of families, and simply, what makes us men.
Some people can imply that it is possible to harbor comforts in life solely through successes, achievements, money, fun, sex, and what have you. Granted, situations relevant to items on the previously mentioned list, and/or things similar to the list, are sometimes very vital to the egotistical survival of man. Sometimes they even favor rationality, though some rationales end up as total errors.
Whichever way you take it, it is only our need to be considered by many, by few, or by one, which drives us into circumstances of love generally. Love demands that we relinquish control of ourselves, even though, it is mostly hard to tell who one was before they had fallen in love. When we start to love deeply, we suddenly realize how ever desirable the ones we love become. And as we love, we start to seek complete ways of remaining the loved one of the one, or the ones you love. This thinking might not be true, but, I know of how I feel too well, especially when I find myself in love, or loving someone.
Many things we’ve created as a civilized people upon the earth have in their beauty as authentic creations, bended the original designs and desires of their creator’s desires and designs. It feels beautiful when one meets that someone who fulfills all your desires, and is also irresistibly desirable. It is also the saddest event in a life, when that desire is taken, traded, stolen, or given away worthlessly.
It mostly feels even better when the one you desire, desires you back. When one has that, one wants nothing more. When one feels that, most things felt become imprinted memories in your intelligence of things, your moral of life becomes swayed by the softness of love into a gentle decisiveness; be it good or bad, and when one doesn’t enjoy these kinds of things, it matters very little what you’ve done, have, will have, or would do.
I believe that when one loves someone; one must become imaginative in how they approach the world thereon. It is a requirement of a lover from his/her lover, to feel in the gaps left by a lack of intellectual logic, a lack of intelligence maybe, with extreme imaginations, which would eventually balance out the factors of routine, oldness, curiosity, or temptation even. Loving someone must be a kind of imaginative friendship, where the two are friends in their endeavors, where the two are innovative in their imagination of friendship.
One cannot love someone loudly for the purpose of making a noise that is love. One cannot love someone with the world as a condition or a compliment. One cannot love someone completely; especially when complete is only true when there are those things that make completeness relevant to that person one loves. One cannot love someone, and then share that love with another; especially near equally. One cannot suspend their love for a moment, even if one must really endeavor in a moment to guarantee a security of life. One cannot promise to love someone today, then tomorrow, maybe after tomorrow, or in one year; since one would have not been in love anyways. Love is not a thing to be measured by time, though love is a good measurer of time.
Love is quiet when it fills you. Love isn’t superficial when it strokes you. Love doesn’t sing long and loud operas that proclaim its existence or its arrival. Love is as simple as it is as hard to get. It is the most humble of efforts we make. It is the most effective means to apply our dynamic minds. Love is simply not there when one seems to so naturally understand it. Love is a unique possibility in life, and, it is the most beautifully described unknown there is.
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