Recently I have constantly found myself wondering about Love. I mean what is it really. You grow up reading stories about undying love, watching movies about where true love always win and you see or hear stories about it from the people in your lives. And so you give it your own interpretation, and tell you self that this is what love is; and when i meet the love of my life this is what will happen, this is what I will feel and this is what i will do.
But our mind is conditioned to think of love as this single unit. What you share with maybe this one person, without whom your life would not be be complete. However, if you think about it is through our lifetime we form so many relationships, and our these relationships without any traces of love? Is love only for that single person?
So I looked up the meaning of love in the dictionary and this is what I found.
(1) : strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties <maternal love for a child> (2) : attraction based on sexual desire : affection and tenderness felt by lovers (3) : affection based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests <love for his old schoolmates>
And that make me marvel at the beauty of life, because love is not of many types. There is only one love, but we can feel it in so many wonderful ways, for somany people in such amazing magnitudes.
We learn to love with our parents, that idolatry kind of love, where I look up to you and want to be you. I am dependent on you and under you wings I shall grow. You will protect me, you will take care of me, when I feel threatened you will be my saviour. It is a kind of selfish love, because i think we end up taking much more that we give.
And then come along the siblings, the fierce love. Behind closed doors we will fight for everything but to the world we are a team. You might want to kill them at times, but god forbid anyone says or does anything to them, and all hell shall break loose. The only other person who knows where you really come from, and maybe the only person who could protect you from your parents wrath. Possibly the only person who you could share your space with, without feeling intruded upon.
And somewhere down the way, you make some friends. And sometimes one (or few) of them stand out, and you forge a friendship that will last a lifetime. The person who sees you through all your high and lows. Who can be brutally honest to your face, and yet make you laugh out loud. That one person you run all you crazy ideas past. That one person who knows all your darkest secrets and yet you don’t feel judged. That’s what unconditional love is made of.
And all these people teach us and prepare us for that happily ever after kind of love. But i prefer to call it the love of equals. the kind of love that poems are written about, musician sing songs about, great movies are made of. The kind of love where you feel wanted, The kind of love you can’t walk away from. The kind of love that makes you feel desired, beautiful, strong and perfect. The kind of love you can actually feel in your body.
Eventually life comes a full circle, and when you think you have loved to your full capacity, you have a child. And you are overcome with emotions you incapable of defining. The nurturing love has the strongest impact, it can make a beast out of the most timid person. It is a selfless love, where you want nothing in return, just the safety and happiness of your little one. And no matter how much older they get, they will always be a part of you.
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
in life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you will take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
– Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore