[WARNING] this blog is just a bunch of rambling.
What is love?
Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me (Cue techno music and strobe lights)
I think that "What is love?" is one of those timeless questions that has been asked for years and years before us, and will continue to be asked after us. And the answers to it are infinite depending on the person asking!
Some would say that God is love, and that you never really can experience it until you have found him. Others may say that love is something you share with someone you really care about. Or maybe love is having a circle of people whether it be friends or family, who you can trust and you know really care about you.
Maybe love is just like a home, and it is where your heart is. Maybe love is realizing that all you ever wanted or needed was always right in front of you in one particular person. Or it could be that all you ever needed was yourself.
Love could be giving someone a second chance after they've hurt and disappointed you. Maybe love is admitting to yourself and everyone around you that you never really stopped caring about a guy or girl. Maybe love is something you find in material things; maybe love is a shopping spree. Maybe love is concluding that the spark you thought you saw in someone is gone now.
Some people would say that love is a recreational activity (like writing in my case), maybe dancing, singing, basketball or fashion. Maybe love is leaving someone behind, not because you don't care about them anymore but maybe realizing that they have been holding you back. Love could be quitting that bad habit, whether it is smoking, drugs, drinking, etc. Maybe love is being rejected again and again until you finally found someone who wants you. Maybe love is changing for someone you really care about, perhaps it is accepting someone just as they are.
Maybe love is sitting at home on a Saturday afternoon and laughing at a memory. Could it be never forgetting someone that has passed on? Instead of throwing your hands up and saying "fuck it!"--maybe love is clasping those hands with those of another and working it out. Is love sharing your body with someone and having sex with them? Maybe love is the beauty and splendor of child birth. Could love be getting the guts to tell someone that you really care about them or like them? Is love at first sight, or is it a gradual feeling that happens over time?
Is love really simple--or maybe it is complicated; is it the duality of both? Is love ever wrong? Does it ever hurt? If it does, do you withstand the pain or walk away from it? Do you fight those feelings you thought you suppressed so well, or should you give in to them? Is love forgiving all the people that have hurt you and moving on with life? Is it being charitable and having humility? Is love never missing church in 7 years? Is love dedication? Is love giving or receiving--or perhaps, is it both?
The answers are as limitless as the questions. But maybe love is none of these things, perhaps love is in discovery. And maybe you never really will know what it is, unless you conquer your fears and go out to seek it.
Later my little monsters!
Mikey was HERE.