Love is such a clichèd topic. People constantly make redundant statements by highlighting what a harsh and committed sentiment is. However, I bet that people know what love is as much as they have the amount of knowledge of how the human brain works. Lots of theories and stories, but there’s still not a sure narrative able to satisfy our answers. What’s love? How does that work? Why does it exist? I don’t know, and you won’t find any answer in this post.
As a soon-to-be 21 years old young woman I thought I could share some thoughts on such topic. I mean, almost a quarter of century has been lived, so I’ve experienced some kinds of love.
Supposedly and allegedly, according to what I’ve experienced and studied, love is a feeling that comes from our brain, and it allows us to be more empathic and communicative in our lives. The more lovable you are, the healthier inner self you’ll get.
I love love
Yes of course I remember, how could I forget how you feel?
You know you were my first time, a new feel
It won’t ever get old, not in my soul, not in my spirit, keep it alive
We’ll go down this road ’til it turns from color to black and white
I’ve never had a boyfriend. Basing their judgments on this mere fact, people assume I don’t know much about love, but I can prove them wrong. I know some things about it because I’m on my way to love, aka accept myself. The Ancient Greeks had a point when it came to love. Most of the times we think that love is just erotic between chosen partners, but love has different shades. The Greeks used to name these different kinds of love by using various denomination, such as the basic ones Eros, Agàpe, Philìa, Storge. Love is said to be crazy, but there’s actually a method to its madness. There are grades and levels of affection that in our life we’ll be able to live or at least feel these emotions.
Personally, I still haven’t experienced all the types of love fully, but I know for sure that love, in general, makes me feel good around people. It’s the best free medicine one could ever get. It’s difficult to love, but the more challenging, the sweeter in the long run.
I love to be loved
Don’t forget the happy thoughts
All you need is happy thoughts
The past tense, past bed time
Way back then when everything we read was real
And everything we said rhymed
Wide eyed kids being kids
Why did you stop?
What did you do to your hair?
Where did you go to end up right back here?
When did you start to forget how to fly?
A friendship can end. A love story may end. But we can keep the good memories. We’ll seek for a new love, and it will be hopefully a better one. Love is rough but worth it. It keeps you inspired, it challenges you. Loving someone or something is similar to standing up in front of a mirror: the way you appreciate your surroundings will reflect on the people you’ll be close to. They eventually will notice you and perceive your personality, your mind. Your heart, if you have one.
I love that I’ve been loved
In slow motion
Can’t seem to get where we’re going
But the hard times are golden
‘Cause they all lead to better days
Don’t stop to love if you keep being rejected, ignored or not seen. It’s such a difficult task, but this pain allows you to become more than a beautiful person. You’ll get the love you deserve at some point in your life if you keep a healthy and honest existence. Get mad, swear, punch a pillow, kick a door. But then try to be happy for others. Repeat to yourself “I’m glad that person is happy without me/ has got their dream/is striving for their best”. Good is cool, you’ll see in the long run.
Despite my ups and downs, I’m being positive. You?
A flowerful hug,
the curly flower