Seasons of Love

Love season is here once again and even though that particular emotion has become overused and abused over time, it still remains the most mysterious and sought after feeling. Men have written countless prose and poetry regarding the subject and the many disputes and dilemmas attributed to it are innumerable. Of course, what man does not desire such a thing? Only a fool would choose isolation from humanity. But even so, a fool also sometimes seeks attention and therefore unknowingly lets slip that he is in dire need of love as well.

To love and be loved is most fulfilling. One's life becomes meaningful and colorful if he has someone to share his achievements and failures with. A burden does not become a burden if another person is there to help carry the weight. And bliss doubles if someone is there to laugh with.

Our history books are filled with daring feats of heroism all in the name of love. Indeed, men have died in the attempt of winning the hearts of the apple of their eyes while others less fortunate, suffer silently for unrequited and unexpressed love. But alas, love is just either of the two: elusive or effortless. Happy is the man who has found that special person who reciprocates the feeling.

Although these bold actions prove the intensity of the emotion, love isn't just about these pompous display of skill and affection. For me, love is more subtle. Love is more discreet. I am a romantic by heart and have an old soul therefore I like the notion of love as being quiet together. Somehow I kind of have this setting where the two of you just sit together enjoying the beauty and tranquility of nature, with the melodious chirping of the birds overhead, the cool breeze rustling the leaves on the trees and the soft euphoric splashes of the waves on the shore.

But before I get carried away with my imagination, among the countless, futile and sometimes funny attempts at comprehending this word, no other definition stands out to me than what is written in the Good Book. Here is revealed what love should be in its simplest and purest sense. Here is love at last without its complexities:

LOVE is patient and kind.
It does not envy
It does not boast
It is not proud.
It does not dishonor others.
It is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered.
It keeps no record of wrongs.
LOVE does not delight in evil,
But rejoices in the truth.
It always protects,
always trusts,
always hopes,
always perseveres...


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