What Is Love?

The mutual respect and admiration between two people, particularly between a man and woman, is the most sacred bond of life. The union ensures that life has meaning, that interdependency forges the advancement of society with the birth of offspring. But the concept of love is abstract, a subjective notion that differs from person to person based purely on emotional sentiments. Love between two people who wish to dedicate themselves to one another is a unique concept in that no two couples can experience the same feelings and emotional nuances that comprise the state of being. Yet marriage is not dependent on love, as in some societies culture and tradition dictate how and sometimes which two souls will be united. In such instances love gradually becomes the means to propel the union.

Love cannot only be experienced between a man and a woman but can naturally be shared by members of the same sex. The love that a parent has for his or her child, for instance a father for his son, coincides with the character and temperament of that parent, in that emotions largely determine to what degree the love will be transmitted to the child. Love is not based on chemical interactions of the brain or induced by medications, rather it is inherit in the psyche and either exists or does not come to fruition from within. Love defines one’s admiration for the loved one, the respect and dedication which exudes from the pores of the lover.

Yet the concept of having love for a fellow human being and being in the state of love has different connotations; nevertheless both are undoubtedly subjective concepts that are only felt by the person who is suspended in the state. To love is to horde limitless longing, when a person feels a closeness to another regardless of the emotional or characteristic faults the loved one possesses, if any. Love is transmitted by actions that exude the love in one form or another. For children it is expressed though nurturing and rearing, while between adults love is relayed through specific actions and expressed sentiments which are beneficial to the loved one in that the receiver of the love is touched by the motions of respect and also feels a sense of strong tenderness for the person who loves. In this sense love instills trust between individuals and is a substantially large stone in the foundation for the establishment of a civil society.

The notion of being in love is entirely dependent on the individual who finds himself or herself in the state, which is purely based on emotional tendencies. Emotions dictate how “in love” an individual can be regarding the one he or she is admiring intensely. The state is usually accompanied by spoken promises and touching, compelling compliments to the one who is receiving, willingly or not, the transmission. To be in love has no boundaries, it has no expiration date, it is limitless in scope but its nature is wholly subjective and is specific to each person nurtured in its cradle, yet similar traits could feasibly exist. For instance, when a person who is indeed in love feels a sense of tranquility, of solace as a result of the bond that has developed with another human being, when that person finds himself strengthened by the notion of love shared with the partner, this situation could indeed be a trait of the in-love condition. An unwavering desire to share the life with the loved one, to spend nearly every free moment with the partner irrespective of personal health or social status, may also be a characteristic of being in love. A constant, perchance intermittent, flow of communication is maintained throughout each day between those in love to express thoughts and desires that must be shared and in turn positively received. There is also the relentless, undeniable lust and infatuation that is synonymous with the in-love phenomenon. Yet the state of being in love can be a brutal, damning experience if the one being admired is not cognizant of the emotional burden that the soul afflicted by the condition endures as the result of the unappreciated love. Thus if two people are not mutually in love with one another, the one-sided state of being is a futile, worthless means of existence which only brings miserable folly to the victim, and in some instances even premature death. Not only can love linger across a beautiful, ecstatic plane of idealism, love can also be cruel and merciless, wreaking havoc on the emotional state of the soul who endures it. Love should not be made to dictate the means of existence for mankind, yet the circumstance of being in love can be inescapable, as the malady plunges its burning talons into the naïve psyches of individuals made to endure the life-threatening sickness.

Love is a blinding beacon illuminating the path to radiant destinies. It binds mankind, it strengthens its will to persist and to provoke its intellect and the creative process. Its power of peace and projected harmony rivals the calamity that 10,000 atomic bombs could ever inflict. Love indeed cannot be conquered, it can fill one’s soul with euphoria and ecstasy or it can bring him to his knees in violent agony. It is the ultimate force that fuels the essence of being, that gives relevance for the triumph of the will to survive. Yet love, which assumingly inflicts immaculate serenity in its very concept, can just as easily deliver contempt and mental confusion.

We as human beings are slaves to love. Our resistance to it is insignificant, utterly useless. Love hails supreme, and its affect is unpredictable, certainly uncalculating. It can swoop up a hapless victim into a cutting sandstorm or rain delicate raindrops of caressing comfort on the forehead. Love has no mercy, it has no remorse, and is indiscriminate as to the manner in which it will do its bidding on its awestruck beholder or tormented fool. Love can be an angel or demon, it can bring deliverance or abhorrence. Love is the magnificent master of the misfortunate masses.



Filed under All Tings, Prose

3 responses to “What Is Love?

  1. Linda Adanalian

    Love is over rated.

  2. Stephen Fishman


    I am new to reading your blogs. I have to tell you that this is all very depressing stuff. Are you in some sort of emotional crisis or something? This isn’t very entertaining or even profound at that.

  3. Christian

    Mr. Fishman,

    The beauty of the Internet is that you can choose to read whatever you want at whatever time of day (assuming that the information is available). And if something you read doesn’t tickle your fancy, you do not have to return to that Web site. Happy uplifting, pretentious blog hunting.

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