Love

an essay by Roger B Rueda

Eons have gone by, relationships and affairs have come into flower and so has love. No one, nonetheless, can describe what love is, carefully. Personally, love is intimacy bubbling over for others. Perhaps, love is like good fortune, you have to go all the way to get it. In spite of how we delineate it or consider it, love is the timeless truth in the times past of humans.

As if by magic, love is serene and soft. It has no resentment, nor it sings its own praises and it is never swollen with pride. It expresses joy over malevolence and tries to find the truth. It saves from harm and preserves and wishes for the positive facet of life. It is like the dream coming true.  It can come about amidst us. It can bond us and connect us in a unified tie of belief, familiarity, and interdependence. The relationship can perk up at it. It relieves the soul. Love should be felt. The strength of love cannot be measured: take a look at the relationship between a mother and a baby. The mother loves the baby absolutely and it cannot be measured humanly. A dissimilar facet can be attained between any relationships with the enchantment of love. Love can be created. You just need to concentrate on the kindness of the other person. If this can be done by far, then you can also love by far. And commit to memory that we all have some positive aspect in us, regardless of how ghastly our deeds possibly, as God affirmed: Love each and every one.

Love is deep, intense, and continuous. It is shared on a very close and interpersonal bond. It is also matter of great warmth. It is more of craving, fondness, and way of thinking. Love has profundity, versatility, and intricacy. It helps us to experience ourselves again. It is like small gestures that speak volumes about how much we are concerned.

Every so often, the very existence of love is questioned. A few say it is artificial and pointless. It seems it never exists, as there have been countless instances of abhorrence and cruelty in relationships. The history of our world has seen scores of such events. There has been loathing amongst brothers, sisters, parents, and buddies. Associates have been disloyal to each other. The son has killed his parents for the throne, the estimate is infinite. Even the modern generation is also facing with such a catch-22 every day. But love is not at fault for that. It is us, the people, who have closed the eyes to the essence of love and have undertaken such shocking indifference.

Love has, for ever and a day, ruled, in letters. (Here are a few: (1) Love Story by Erich Segal, (2) Message in a Bottle by Nicholas Sparks, (3) Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, (4) The Thorn Birds by Colleen McCullough, (5) The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks (6) Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre, (7) Like Water for Chocolate by Laura Esquivel, (8) Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, (9) Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, (10) A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks, (11) The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand, (12) Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson, (13) Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare (14) The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje, (15) My Antonia by Willa Cather  (16) Mistral's Daughter by Judith Krantz, (17) Persuasion by Jane Austen, (18) Love in Another Town by Barbara Taylor Bradford (19) Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, (20) A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway.)

Love is a far above the ground form of forbearance. It consists of compatibility. But it is more of voyage to the beggaring description when the conception of compatibility comes into picture. Perhaps, the person who we see in front of us, may be slightest like-minded than the person who is miles away. We might talk to each other and reveal that we love each other, but virtually we do not end up into any relationship. Also in compatibility, the means is to think about the long term flourishing relationship, not a short voyage. We need to be aware of each other and must always remember that not a soul is just the thing.

Love can make us placid, uncomplaining, compassionate, self-effacing, thankful, selfless, understanding, and giving. It is what keeps us from being insufferable, mean, green with envy, full of ourselves, pompous, worthless, and discourteous. It helps us not to clamour for having our own way repeatedly, and it helps us not to be tetchy or spiteful.

Love helps us judge with our hearts and not with our minds.  It is considerate towards others, is not hurtful or condemnatory, and it gives us the strength to excuse others. If we let love cross the threshold our hearts, we can see more of the good in others and do not see as many faults.  All the things that seemed wide of the mark to us begin to look right again when we look at it through the smoothness of love's tender luminosity.

We need to be in somebody's company, share our delight and grief, understand each other, provide freedom to each other, but always be there for each other's need. And for sure love will come into bud to strengthen our relationship with our matter of affection. Then it’ll grow and come into flower. Its terrific beauty will shine from the rest. Its radiant fragrance will hang around aloft. We’ll see then it is colourful but has a prickly stem when you lay a hand on it. Though we sense the twinge, we should still keep hold of it tighter time after time. Happy Valentine’s Day!/Panay News Sunday