The ancient Greeks called love “the madness of the gods.” Modern psychologists define it as a strong desire for emotional union with another person. Shakespeare said, “Love is blind and lovers cannot see.” Aristotle said, “Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.”
But what actually is love?
The meaning of love is vague. It has no particular definition. For it is a feeling. And we cannot define our feelings, no one can.
But as for me, love is about not giving up — not until you laid your last card. Love has limitations though. You should not just love, you should also need to know who you should love, and worthy of your love.
Love makes you weaker and stronger through time for there are obstacles you have to face — the level of difficulty is not important, but how you overcome each difficulties makes you who you are today.
Love makes you want to take risks, even though you know you are at the losing end. It is a gamble. A tricky gamble.
Love is about wholehearted commitment — it is about loyalty, trust, open communication and time.
Love shakes your emotions — down to the bottom of your heart. For it shapes your mind, soul, body, and feelings.
You and I, are born to love, for we are thy fruits of God’s love.
Thus, love is supposed to be shared to people around you. Be nice to strangers, be good to your acquaintances, be better to your core group, be the best to your family and partner, and be who you are to yourself.
So live and love. For we don’t know when will be our last curtain call.
Happy February 5th.