If anything that would endure a lifetime and still remain a startling mystery, it is love. So long has it been a subject of attention in literature and music, puzzlement to the men and women of science. But no matter how little understanding we have of the subject itself, we derive a great deal out of it; whether it may be joy or sorrow, it propels us forward, giving us a reason to live. Love is so great, so highly sought after that it is worth dying for, or is it?
One afternoon over lunch, I was discussing about the subject of love with a couple of close confidants, one insisted that love is about sacrifice, another insisted that love is about making the other people happy, while the stranger over at the other table eavesdropping on our conversation profoundly quote that it is about that feeling that you get when you think of someone, that shiver you get when you’re with that special someone, and that hollowed out feeling when you’re not with them; and it goes on like a bottomless pit where there is a thousand and more definitions out there. However, I believe one definition sufficed; love is the art of giving without any expectation of any kind in return.
I was satisfied with the definition; if love is able to give, love must be able to accept as well. Love is never a one way street where only one party gives and another party receives, that would constitute a trade relationship between supplier and customer.
It doesn’t take long to realize that one shoe does not fit all; that it doesn’t apply to every situation simply because love can be derive differently from one individual to another, and this derivation, may be a fallacy. It means, what is perceived as love, may just be an illusion created from an individual’s desperation and desire to loved and appreciated. This means that love can exist in a different context from person to person, making the derivation of love from a trade relationship very possible, but how?
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