For a few days now i will write blogs answering these questions. Simple questions but with just unheard answers.
For my first question- 'what is love'- i will try my hardest to answer this truthfully. It is a hard one as there are many areas in 'love' in which i could go into. Its not something that has one 'true' and complete answer. So to perhaps...reword the question i will begin.
How would i define love?
Well.. how do i begin? Seems impossible to think about something that i have only felt in various ways. How do i know i have even felt 'love'? How do we know it even exists? I am a dreamer.
I believe its all around us. Whether it be your family, boyfriend or even the environment you are in. It is there.
I was up early the other morning. Around 5am where the sun started to rise. This is how i could see love.
Love is the sun and the moon. The sun spends her days chasing the moon across the sky, although they will never meet, the hope of a new day and the closure of the past showers us in love. The will forever be apart but in constant rotation together. Love is about the chase and never giving up.
To get a little poetic, there are a few things that i have seen lately around the city and just walking down the street that i think represent what 'love' truly is.
Love is..
The final hug her wife gives her daughter before she boards that plane.
Love is the girlfriend sitting on the beach looking patiently at her boyfriend surfing, watching him enjoy his time, adoring him.
Its an old man sitting in a pub, watching the football with a beer in his hand and smiling. Completely alone but so utterly happy where he is.
Its a young boy putting his last few coins into a charity bin and smiling up to his mum.
Its two friends at coffee, reminiscing old high school memories, laughing.
Its a business man walking to his work at 6am for his family. For his job which he loves (or which he hates) to provide for his family and himself.
Its the people running along the beach, who are running for the fun and fitness.
Its the girl in tears, screaming at her phone because she realised she misplaced her love in someone who didnt love her.
Its the bus driver waiting an extra 5 minutes for that one person running late.
Love is walking into an airport terminal. There are millions of people waiting there at the gate for someone. Whether is friends, family, a companion or work colleague, each person is there with a reason. Its love. Its waiting, anxiously until you see that face walk through the doors and your heart skips a beat.
This is tougher than i thought.
I want to say that i have loved. I know i love my family. But thats a given.Love between family is undying. It will always be there whether you ignore it or not, your family is blood. And blood is thicker than water. You can never get love like a family from anyone. Sure in comparison it could come close. But never the same.
But genuine love? I dont know. I once thought i did. I would do anything to feel that way again. But as the sun rises and the moon is destined to arrive, things change. Love comes and goes and you may be fooled into thinking that you are loved and that you do love.
The things which you loved a year ago, are no longer around. You may love yourself more or less. Love is tough. It is never in one place at one time and it is up to you to get up off your ass and find it.
Find it in the world around you. In yourself. But never chase love when it doesnt return the favour. Chase it if you know its worth it, but dont damage yourself over something that wont last.
I believe it is something that will eventually just 'turn up'. One day youll wake up and feel like your whole life has been turned around and youll recognize that today was different. Today seemed weird almost? You will wake up and realize that this is what people live for.
This is what people die for.
Thats all for now. Dont know how you would answer it... so go ahead.
What do you think? How would you define love?
Its easier said than done.
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