I never thought I'd be writing about love. But now I understand I was naive. (something that is recurring just like change) So, love........ well I've often felt that it cannot be expressed completely, songs or poetry come closest to showing a part of what love is. Let's see if I can contribute in exploration and the constant adventure that is love.......
What I learned about love was quite different from what I had seen or heard about love from various people and interactions. As always it is possible that I am completely wrong and the people who had voiced their opinions on different points of time were right, but I don't think I care about that too much. Who's right is besides the point, what is right matters more to me.
So what I learnt, love was a very interesting experience to come across and to start experiencing, since it's a constant adventure and since you explore something new about it the more you look, it really is an unending mystery. I think it's something that a lot of us look forward to since we always want something new and exciting in our lives, it makes sense why so many of us chase love, even at the faintest of glimmer of it. That is if they indeed want love, if they truly feel the need for that thrill, that need for that chase, that feeling that just pulls you towards something without knowing what it is drawing us towards or who.
On the other hand if it's not for the aforementioned things or similar to those things, then well, as far as I'm concerned it is not really love, it's an arrangement of affairs or it's smoothing out any possible wrinkles that may occur if they don't align themselves with a certain way of living that has been preordained by the society that we live in. Or so some would believe.
What I feel about love, I've pondered about this point for such a long time. I don't think I had the courage to write about it anywhere, I still don't. I think it was because the moment I start putting all of that in words, they get branded, labelled, marked, categorized.............. I understand that it doesn't always happen intentionally perhaps it's never intentional, it just happens cause that's how we humans learn to make sense of things around us. And once something is placed in a box, it loses its charm I think....... Perhaps that is why they say ignorance is bliss, if you are ignorant you won't bother putting anything in one box or another, you'll just smoothly float above everything and not actually be consumed or absorbed by anything, neither will anything stop you. And perhaps that is why you'll not be bothered by anything, well more accurately you'll be bothered by different things, things that consume you and absorb you as much as all the other things would, but it will be relatively small for some maybe.......
Having said that, I'll still try to put some of my feelings and thoughts about love here...... But it may not be very effective.........
What I wrote above was written one and a half years ago from my perspective as I am writing these words, and I had saved this article/post till now cause, even when I started writing about love back then, I didn't have the courage to finish it, and it always was on my mind till now, Ill not proclaim that I am any more courageous than I was a year and half ago when it comes to this specific subject, but this time I will at least try and actually give some shape and form to my thoughts, experiences and feelings with words. Or at least try to.
I fell in love with a wonderful soul a LONG time ago, and the reason I started writing to begin with was this soul, and that is how my journey began, before that, love was just another word for me, like death. Of course when you experience death you can't really write literature about it, even IF it was one the most amazing things that had happened to you or to anyone. So back to love, since I had not experienced it till that point, I didn't really know the value of it, neither did I know what changes when one falls in love. Now after all this time, I have my own views about it, and a lot of songs, poems or literature in general has a really good grip on what love is all about. But, it doesn't end there.
I think, the reason why the subject of love is written about by so many and in so many forms is that it is indescribable, sounds like something someone else must have already figured and wrote about, I know, probably I'll be repeating just that, but the primary reason I say it is because love feels like a paradox, perhaps it IS a paradox.
Pick anything that is written about love and probably someone else will pick out something that completely contradicts whatever one has picked up. and on and on, the moment you give shape or form to love for someone somewhere it changes its shape and form, every time you try and answer that question, the question changes itself completely into something never before witnessed. And that is perhaps why love is so beautiful and so terrifying, so amazing and so chaotic at the same time. A paradox can't really be explained unless it is being compared to itself.
Our perception, as pointed as it may be on both ends, is a very precise tool which is at our behest throughout our life, but probably unfortunately, with that tool we are trying to comb through an infinite space which is love.......................... And even after such a long article. I am nowhere close to even saying what I set out to, excellent. Maybe I'll try again a little later on.......
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