Love, a word that dances on the lips of many. A word so often spoken, written about, and celebrated. And yet it remains a mystery to me. When heartbeats change because of someone, the rush of blood at the sight of a beloved, and the magnetic pull towards another sounds alien.
I often see it depicted as this magical feeling. Like you’ve fallen into a spell, so drunk and addicted to them. Saying its everlasting as the grip of time on the world. Though, the more I see relationships rise and fall, the more this ideology becomes false.
From what I've seen in practice, love is like a rabid beast. When tamed, it can illuminate your life with a radiant glow. But if left untamed, it will devour you from within. Gnawing through your bones and muscles until it burrows into your mind, erasing all semblance of peace.
The world acts like the love that makes your stomach flutter is the only important one. Without it, they say, you’ll be the loneliest soul to ever tread the earth. But in my search for love, I realize that there's more love that surrounds everyone, often unnoticed.
Love is not a singular feeling, but a kaleidoscope of emotions and connections. There're parents who send you to school so you could have a future. There’re friends who burst out in laughter with you. There’re dogs who shower you with affectionate licks upon your return home. It is the quiet moments of understanding, the shared experiences that give the true meaning of love.
Love is everywhere and yet people choose to chase the love that is erratic and mostly fleeting.
I'm not saying I'm different from those people, I too have fallen for the enticing fantasies of being able to kiss and cuddle and whatnot. But I do know that I'm content with the love surrounding me —from my family, friends etc.