Meandering whims of a curious mind

(Every Tom, Dick and Harry can’t seem stop talking about it so I decided to join the party)

Of late, a significant portion of friends have been blogging
about love. Discussing primarily the definition of love itself; its different
shades, its emotive depictions, its symbolism and last but not least, its true meaning.

I am tempted to wade through the infinite permutations of
love, however, I’d be simply uncovering what has already been uncovered. And
so, I’ll just as simply focus on what love means to me.

I was leafing through annals of my life (Yes, I do write
stuff and store them on my computer) and was reminiscing my past. Filled with a
lot of heartache but yet, with a generous dose of calming insight and priceless
joy, these are moments that I would never trade away.

Oftentimes, love is discussed in its two forms; the dizzying
heights of loving and being loved, and the despairing depths of breaking
hearts.

I’ll talk about the un-fun part of L.O.V.E. Why?  Cos I said so.

The Malaise of Love

A significant portion of what has been debated in the
blogosphere has been seemingly ensconced in the despair of being in unruly
waters. Love always seems so much more divisive than what its meant to be. A
union of souls … perhaps a conjecture of fairy tales told upon time after time
to little kids. Truth be the told, the love between adults always comes filled
with trepidation and anxiety. It seems everyone has some awful tale to tell to
the point that many in this day and age strongly question the validity of
marriage.

And yet , I wonder … could this be a fallacy perpetrated by
the human propensity for sympathy … whenever we are beset with troubling
issues, we immediately gravitate to our trusted advisors or even the complete
stranger to pine our woes.

However, when we are happily in love, we never tell anyone …
even so much as to hide our joy so that we are not constantly teased about it… I
daresay it is in our culture to hide our joys but spread our sadness.

I find it all very strange but sadly, startlingly true.

Maybe that is why so many have lost faith in love and in
marriage.

We simply enjoy a good sob story …

Repeat After Me … I ‘m
Going to Sermonize

Love with all yourself. Let go and take flight; and if fate
decides to clip your wings then so be it. The higher one flies, the greater the
ecstasy, the more meaningful the life … and the higher the chances of a broken
wing … a broken body … a broken soul.

But so what of it … stand up, straighten those ruffled
feathers and take flight once more.

With every fall, we stand up, we grow stronger and we learn
a little bit more about ourselves and that in turn allows us to see what we
really want out of life.

One can fall in love, get married and have kids without ever
realizing if they are happy.

I daresay being in love is not the goal. Don’t get me wrong,
I’m not trivializing love. It’s just that in the greater scheme of things,
knowing ourselves and surpassing ourselves are far greater rewards where love
does not workout.

So take heart, that even if we are (To quote Waylon
Jennings)

“lookin’ for love in all the wrong places” (your parents will know, cos its pretty damn
old song. And yes, I’m ancient),

there’s always a light; a light that shows the path of
discovering who you are and living a full and fulfilled life. But only if you
are willing to accept and learn from those hard knocks in life … either that or
you’d take a straight train down to hell.

So stay positive.

My Advertisement – My Attempt at Being Cheap

This whole blog would make it seem that I’m not the least
enamored by the auspices of L.O.V.E. I do admit I am a bit jaded but I still
would be delighted with the notion of standard lifecycle of falling in love,
getting attached, getting married, having kids and settling down in its
entirety. (*Blatant Advertisement*)

Unfortunately, I’m rather ill fated when it comes to being
attached. (*Another Blatant
Advertisement*)

Must be something wrong somewhere.  (*Actually,
I don’t really care haha*)

(So Dino stop spreading rumors about my preferences. I know
you and Johnny love each other. – Ok, that’s officially my last ever Dino gay joke … He’s an awesome fun guy and not gay at all)

But Seriously, Love
is Great

But hey, love is great … I’m glad I never have to look far
to see my faith restored despite all the desolation. I just have to look at my
parents.

I have seen all manner of their fights, their anger, their
sadness …. And yet … years upon years of marriage have mellowed them and made
them life partners.They still call each other every day … they still make
effort to go everywhere together … My mum is the chatty one whereas my dad, the
silent.

And yet they make a wonderful union of souls … my dad calls my mum the
fire whereas he is the water … together they calm each other.

Ain’t that great?

Love is just in front of me … all 40 plus years of
it.

 

 

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