As Marko Saaresto of The Poets Of The Fall sings for a
beloved, ‘all the way for you’, I can’t help wondering about love. Yet again. How I wish somebody would sing it for me one day. Without digressing further, since two decades, every moment that I’ve been awake, has been consciously or
subconsciously, infiltrated with thoughts about love. What should it be,
the perfect love? Why do we seek it? Would I feel the way the people in the
movies and the books feel? Romantic love; is it everything or just an illusion
to make reproduction look beautiful or probably a dignified camouflage for the
desire to have a companion at all times (human beings are after-all the social animals)? I
know I am complicating things here. I’ve read innumerable books, watched uncountable
movies, talked to hundreds of people on love. It created many chains of
thoughts. I don’t remember them now. I just remember the inference. Would it
change? Probably. Who knows? Love wouldn’t change though and that’s why it is
love in the first place.
Romance is an art. The muse for the artist, can be anything or anyone. At
times it’s essential to light the fire of love. At times it paints an idea about
love. At times it’s the motivation to love. But like all art forms, it needs a
period of inactivity to ensure that things don’t get monotonous. Love, in all
its forms, makes its presence felt in that period of inactivity. It’s the
calmness, the inner peace and the zeal to live. It’s the happiness which radiates
and is very palpable at all times. It’s when desires no longer exist. Be it be
a desire for the approval and exclusive attention of a fellow being or the
materialistic desires. Yes, that’s what love is. One needs to find out what one
would love to love. Every person is different and every life is different.
About the romantic love between a man and a woman, I believe
it’s not meant to complete the existence. It’s ideal when two complete individuals
(ones who are in love with themselves and everything around) with a purpose in
life come together to play Scrabble in silence everyday, content to be with each other. When
two individuals respect each other, understand each other, work together and do
not define roles for each other. It isn’t too complicated, is it? Ah yes, the
complicated part is recognizing the right person. I don’t know how others do it.
About me, I’ll know when the person stands in front of me. The heart will know
and it’ll feel right. The eyes, the windows to the soul, would seem familiar (I shall talk about this in a different post).
I am done with love and it really makes me laugh now reading anything about love :|....It's just an illusion and nothing more..(Just a personal thought...)
ReplyDeleteI understand, Richa. But I'll be a little blunt here. It's not for everyone. It's the prerogative of the strong and the evolved souls... I've mentioned, it'll come in the ideal way, when you don't expect it to complete you. It comes from you and engulfs everything around. Not from someone else. It'll surely be an illusion till you don't understand this. Learn the lessons when you are disappointed and master them rather than wallowing in self pity.
ReplyDeleteDon't expect people to love you the way you want to be loved.But love people in a way that'll make you happy. It's a great feeling when you know, 'that's the best way I can love' :)
ReplyDeleteLove is like revolving door or like the passing seasons, it changes it's innate colors with age..........when you're oozing ripe in your 20s, you leave a trail of Nicolas Sparks books and movies, idyllic landscapes of romantic love and like Ted (Josh Radnor) in 'How I Met Your Mother', you scan the whole spectrum of women that fall in front of you, for that elusive soul mate........But the reality is that the hunter in you diminishes with time to accept the reality that romantic love is relative like most aspects of life, there is no ideal formula, just a feeling of mirth that comes from being next to someone.......a sense of completion, a blissful mutualism that engulfs your world even for that briefest of time.......
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