For the lovely flower that blossoms amid the storms of my life…
Love is not
mysterious at all. We are all aware of it. How can we not know the ‘feeling’ of
love if we somehow find it alien: an enigma that springs from the core of our
being? It is a product of intellect and a conscious mind. We seldom think of it
as a manifestation of our sense of values – of the worth of ourselves and the
people around us. I define love as an outward expression of our ideals and
values – a reflection of our personal ethics directed towards others. When we
love, we recognize the worth of the objects of our affection. We know how
important our parents are to us. Women are fond of watching romantic films,
dreaming of the moment when they finally kiss the man – the rightful recipient
of their devotion. Whether it be filial, romantic or fraternal, love will
always be dovetailed with our definitions of the worth of life, of persons and
of ourselves. This is why love should not be separated from our deliberate
attempts of gaining wisdom. To love is to think of the most precious and
dearest to us – a selfless wish of spending one's limited lifetime with others.
It is indeed the greatest of all virtues – an ability that sometimes
invalidates our instincts for self-preservation.
No one has ever
fallen in love. The metaphor of falling is a playful way of saying that one is
attracted to another – that one sees the beauty within a person. Love is not a
solitary idea but a concept connected with others like promises, commitment,
honesty, faith and kindness. To know love and to be in love is to recognize the
significance of these words. I see it as the sweetest form of defiance against
time. It is love that binds a man and a woman to a futile attempt at forever, in spite of the certainty of eternal separation. It is the unfathomable happiness of a
father as he witnesses the wonder of a child’s gentle smile. It is the yearning
of a lonely soul to reunite with a friend.
The joy of loving
is such an experience that has captured the minds of poets for centuries. It can
never be described by the metaphor of falling. Rather, it is like vision
restored after many years of painful blindness. It is being able to clearly see
the worth of others – a celebration of finding meaning in one’s life. We are
like jigsaw puzzles completed by fitting in the pieces together. Life tends to
become more wonderful when the ones we love help us to form our own conceptions
of being alive.
I myself am in
love with a very special woman. I came to an
understanding of these things as I ventured into my deepest thoughts of her.
This is my humble attempt to contemplate the most potent force that humanity
has ever known. I am in love and overjoyed with the reality that somehow, in a
particular moment within the vastness of space and time, I had known her. I am
a tiny organism, an infinitesimal dot in the grand scheme of things, but I
believe that being genuinely in love is one way of experiencing immortality…
until death.
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