While surfing on the net, looking for some nice quotes, I came across one which touched me by its simplicity in expressing something I have been wanting to put into words for a while now.
“It’s so easy, To think about Love, To Talk about Love, To wish for Love, But it’s not always easy, To recognize Love, Even when we hold it…. In our hands.” –Jaka
There are always big talks about love. I am referring to the romantic kind of love here. The other person who is supposed to make you feel great and happy. The other meaningful soul, the one with whom you feel whole. Some people have experienced the *real* thing. Others say they are still waiting for the *right* one to come along. Also, there are others who say they *don’t believe* in that forever kind of love. Yet, others will say love break hearts, causes tears and isn’t worth it. All in all, we all really think about love and talk about love and sometimes even yearn for it.
All that of course is easy. One can sit down and imagine how the *perfect* love is, right? I do it myself loads of time. 😉 Others can blab for hours about their different experiences. And we all want to be loved. Anyone who denies that is a *fool*. 😛 But as the quote carries on, it is not always easy to recognise love. How does that happen? Why can’t we see it? It says in the quote, “even when we hold it in our hands”… Isn’t that totally crazy? Why can’t we recognise the one person who is supposed to love us truly? The *One*?
We all know how many love stories end so bitterly. Why? This is where I think this quote is totally true. We can’t recognise the real thing. We fancy ourselves in love,and we go overboard and are so happy… but when that phase is over, what remains? bitterness? anger? *nothing?*
In my personal opinion, true love is what remains after that surging fire you feel at first dies away…What remains after that utter happiness we think no one can destroy…love is what remains after the first intoxications, addictions. Many couples break up because they lose that *special* feeling, right?
There is a big difference, I think, between being *in love* and to simply *love*. Being in love fades away after some time. Loving someone stays forever. 🙂 That is why quotes like the one I have mentioned here exist. Those people who have said it must have seen it or experienced it. It wasn’t said just to be famous, hmm?
So, if after the sweet madness of being in love is over and you find out, there is nothing left except frustration, anger and bitterness, tell yourself it was not the real thing. Love is not supposed to be like that. You simply had a terrible attraction and now it is over.
Love is finding out, after that sweet madness I mentioned, that you are so into each other that you cannot imagine your life without one another. You see in the other person a part of your true self. You simply *complete* each other. 🙂 It is about everything *after*.
Those who have found that know real happiness I suppose. Some people keep looking for it and still fail to recognise it. There are also those who don’t look for it, but who recognised it and do not do anything about it…they simply let it go…complex hmm? because they are scared about the *intensity*? of the *dependence?* of the *disbelief*? I for one can hardly know! 😛
Bottom line I say love is a beautiful thing…another quote goes by saying: “Love is the beauty of the soul.” It is *truly*.