The more I think about it, the more I fail to understand the hold that love has on our lives. Since time immemorial, love has been a universal pre-occupation. Its hold has grown in leaps and bounds over the years and has in its wake whipped into submission even the most powerful of men. More often than not, am tempted to wonder why love has this strong hold on humanity. Why it renders even the strongest of warriors helpless. Is it an unexplainable force? Or is it simply a fabrication of the mind? What makes love such an ever present feeling? These unanswered questions set me into the world of reflection, a world where I had to critically examine myself. My sojourn in this world did not bear any meaningful fruits as all I got were more questions than answers. What I had initially hoped would provide me with the necessary answers, only left me begging for more questions.
Love, as I came to understand, is a strange feeling. Its genesis confounds even the learned of minds. Great men and women have become victims of this wonderful, but equally, potentially life ending indulgence. Its anonymity knows no bounds. It aint a respecter of any particular individual neither is it a slave of status. The feeling that love evokes in us is phenomenal, a wonderful experience. It has served to bring the best in us as well as bring out the worst in us. Many horrible and unimaginable atrocities have been committed all in the name of love, marvelous and unseen manifestations of goodwill have been made possible all in the name of love. What makes love such a two edged sword? What makes it such an amazing and equally dangerous feeling? Love, in its own right, is a good thing. It brings out the best in us and serves to make us better people. It makes the world a better place to dwell in so far as peaceful and harmonious co-existence is concerned.
What can I say about love? Love is arguably the best feeling to have ever happened to me (at least once to everyone). When I look back, I can’t help but marvel at the very first time I fell in love. The feeling was simply out of this world. At that particular time, nothing else seemed to matter. It was as if the world came to a halt and all that mattered was your object of desire. You wake up every morning looking forward to seeing the awesome beautiful face, wishing that the feeling would last forever and that you will be resigned to an eternal life of happiness and bliss. The opposite, unfortunately, happens. Your dreams are rudely interrupted as u awakens from the world of sweet dreams to come face to face with the monster of disappointments. Life, without warning, takes that familiar path of emptiness and hollowness. You start questioning the unquestionable and find comfort in hatred. Your bubble is popped and with it comes crushing your dreams to the cold floor of reality. The writing is finally on the wall and the theater of dreams turns into an object of ridicule. It’s at this point that you become helpless; you lose hope and become disillusioned. The bitter and painful lesson becomes so clear in your mind. LOVE AINT A RESPECTER OF WISHES!
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