Love is something that in so many words still can’t always be explained. There is so much hype around it that love becomes something that must be found, and found quick otherwise we will be alone for the rest of our lives, to sit in front of a TV and watch sitcom after sitcom of marriage relationships where “love” is pouring out the seams in hugs and kisses. So what is love? Is it the physical attraction that everyone feels at some point in their life for another person ( I use person as a means of respect and as a means to shorten having to put opposite and/or same sex) ? Or is it the personality meshing into one to become a greater “item” of the world? Where even if reproduction doesn’t always happen, one is happy because the other is happy, and vise versa? To be in love is such a powerful thing. And everyone should feel that. But doesn’t it seem that when it’s love it’s conditional, even in the sense of family, conditions fall into the mix.
Love can be quite confusing too. Sometimes you are expected to love someone, something, and you can’t no matter how hard you try. When I say this I mean love in the way of attraction physical and mental, not love in the way of respect and peace. I mean it IS hard to love your enemies and you should do that. But that is not the love I speak of.
So what is love to you?
