Thursday 19 June 2008

That thing we call love....

.....is it really Love?

When you like being around someone a lot and can't imagine a second without them by your side...is it love or is it need? a need to be with someone who makes you feel a certain way?

When you crave for someone with all your heart and want them to want you back as much, is that
love or is it a desire? A desire to possess, to have what you don't have any control over?

When you respect someone for the way they are and want to be just like them, when they are everything you'd ideally imagine yourself to be...is that love or is it adoration or worship in a way?

When someone adores you; thinks you're special, beautiful and worthy of love, you feel like you're perfect when you are with them, when you like what they make you feel like....is that love or is it a reciprocal of their love for you?

If, and that is a big IF, these are not what Love is.... what is love then?

Isn't it wanting to be around someone even when you can't stand them, when they irritate the living daylights out of you?

Isn't it wanting to be with someone even when they can't stand the sight of you, the smell of you, the whole of you?

Isn't it making that other person feel special about themselves although they may never make you feel special for making them feel special?

Isn't it forgiving someone a thousand times and still when they go and hurt you again, giving them yet another chance?

Isn't it respecting someone for their opinion and letting them say it although it kills you inside to know that you're right?

Isn't it compromising on your dreams every once in a while to accommodate the dreams of others, to take time of your mission to help others fulfil theirs?

Isn't love what God feels for us every minute of every day and what we chose not to feel for so many people around us?

If none of this is love, then I've never been in love and never ever will be!

3 comments:

Chand said...

I think we need to love ourselves before we can learn to love others. we r so harsh to ourselves everyday that I wonder if we can love another with purity of thought and action. How is it thatw e can forgive the whole world but it takes us forever to forgove ourselves for the little mistakes we make? How is it that we can see beauty in others but fail to find the beuaty in our own sleves?
I think love is what we make of it. That's why its special.

anishkmenon said...

Becky, beautifully penned..

and I agree with Chand..

Many a times we feel 'to love' is always something to do with somebody other than you..

Hope it was true..

Becky said...

chand i agree with you...i really find it easier to love other people and hard to love myself...im always too hard on myself....i wonder why we do this to ourselves....self sabotage?? anyways anish its nice you agree too..