“if you have to describe in one word, what do you think love is?” I asked myself on one fine day of self reflection. I think the old me would romanticize love and describe it as magical but I realize that love was never actually magical by default. Love is labor. Love is hardwork. Love takes time. Love sacrifices. and sometimes, love is painful.
So what is love?
Maybe the real question is: can you actually describe something so abstract in one word? Love might mean something different for each person. does that make love individual? I don’t think so. But if it meant differently for everyone, does that mean love is never universal? can it actually unites people?
Then I come to this one perfect word that I think describes love perfectly, or at least, my view and opinion of love.
Love is liberating.
Love should be liberating.
Think about the cliche quotes about if you like a flower you would pick it but if you love the flower you would let it grow. I don’t know why but I think that sentence describe what love is. it is the ultimate form of acceptance. when you love something/someone, you like them as it is, and you would wish the best for them. and that, my friend, is the purest form of love I can ever know.
Sometimes love means letting go. And as someone who’s not very good with goodbyes, that also means that love sometimes can be painful; like, annoyingly painful. yet it tells us to come back again and again and again.
Ah love, how do I deal with you?
Ah love, why does it hurt so much to lose someone who was never written to be mine?
Kelvin here, signing off.
