Wednesday, February 4, 2009

That Funny Little Thing Called Love

"What is love?", asked a friend. I pondered for a minute, but couldn't come up with an answer. Firstly because I am probably the worst person to ask; and secondly, because maybe there simply isn't one.

Dictionary.com says it is "A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness."

Ineffable: "incapable of being expressed; indescribable or unutterable".

There, not even a dictionary can define it. What's to be said of us mere mortals?

Perhaps that's the whole beauty of it. Something that cannot be categorized, put into a box, and labeled. Its true meaning eludes us; like a butterfly just beyond our grasp, skimming our fingertips ever so slightly, leaving us with just a hint but barely enough. Some of us seek love, without really knowing what it is. Other mock it, habouring an inner aversion to such a concept that is capable of converting even cynics into hopeless romantics.

And myself? I don't believe it in.

Yet.

Just because I am not one to dabble in the notion of blind faith.

People say love is complicated, but I say it is the people who make it so.

Sometimes you give and you give, and all you get in return is the simple knowledge that you have given all that you possibly could. And maybe that is enough. Even if it isn't, you just have to contend with it because basically, shit happens. At least it leaves no room for regret.

(And no, this isn't about me)

Posted by stash at 10:50 PM