Love

We often contemplate about all the general terms, the big words; but how often do we really begin to truly understand them? Love is something so complex, so subjective and so differently interpreted. Love could even be seen as a merely an intangible notion or a feeling, and yet in the eyes of the world, it's all-consuming, nurturing, endearing and everlasting. No matter how many times we see love falter and fail, see it crumble beneath us in broken marriages or relationships, we go back to it time and again, believing without a doubt that love would heal, and that love would make everything alright again.

So what is love, even? And what defines true love?
I spoke with a friend not too long ago and he got me thinking quite a bit.

Me: I want to believe that i'm capable of loving everyone, capable of love humanity as a whole. It's easy to love isn't it?
X: It's ineffable. And that's why it's not easy.
Me: Love is an easy thing to me. I truly love and care for the people in my life..
X: Maybe it's a difficult thing for you. Sure, it's easy, the simple love. The friend love. The easy mode. But it's not the same as the other kind.
Me: I know.
X: So maybe love's just really difficult for you.
Me: That kind of love, perhaps.
X: Nah, the whole concept. Do you swim?
Me: Yeah, why?
X: Maybe breaststroke is easy for you, but freestyle you just can't get. Regardless, it's still a swimming problem. No matter how you label it, it is what it is.
Me: In the big picture.
X: And in both cases, labels or what you call it doesn't matter because you end up drowning.

Is love really difficult? Is it even so all consuming that we're actually all just a little to broken inside to really wholeheartedly love? Why the difference and the hierarchies of love? Can love just be love, and nothing more? And how could we, as a whole human race, be so sure of something so intuitive and unfathomable? Does it mean that just because we feel it, it's real? And does it yet again mean that as long as it's real to us, it just is?

Maybe i'm just too cynical, as my best friend of a turtle suggests. But perhaps it's just in my nature to not just accept, but to start challenging and in the process, understanding. I can't fathom how one could just accept something as it is, just because it is. It's like, what is right and wrong, then? Tribes in Africa could deem cannibalism as a right and to us it may be a  wrong. It's all up to interpretation and cultural roots and influences doesn't it?

I probably sound rebellious and over-questioning right now. But i guess one thing i really do have to accept (as it is) is that there're no combinations of the 26 letters in the English alphabet to correctly and precisely define and explain everything that happens.

Back to the notion of love.
"A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person."
"A feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend."
So.. it's inexplicable isn't it? The use of the word "profound" just easily gives it a warm comfy mattress in which the lack of able reasoning and explanation could just fall back on.

There's a difference between a great love and the right love. - Chuck Bass

My head's so filled with all these perplexing complexities right now. And this post has been just filled with unanswered question marks that stick to me like a leech. Could someone or some intellectual or spiritual being just enlighten me now 'cause it's getting harder and harder to accept things as they are these days.

And my overwhelmed mind would probably explode. Metaphorically, that is.