Mind Ramblings: Love [3/26/12]

3/26/12

This post, well, it delves more into the empathetic side of me, that along with providing comfort, is really the part of my mind that digs the deepest into others, or, at least, into thoughts about life with others, interacting with others, just, the general social aspect of my life, that, really at times gets the enimga that is my mind going. Deciphering the thoughts this time proved to be somewhat easier than in the past. 

I was informed today of a close friend [sadly, not in the literal sense], and the apparent end to her belief in love. And. This, when I was told, shocked me. had me to the point of speechlessness, to the point of not being able to even begin to type a reply. It was like my brain was trying to process the thought, but was failing to even wrap itself around the idea. Not believing in love? I know we all long for some sort of connection, the care, respect, the want to be cherished by another. And when we feel that way towards someone, the feeling, we put a name to it. Much like magnetism is the force that attracts two ferrous objects, love is the force that attracts two beings. If I take it a step deeper, more specifically, love is defined as:

love
noun
1.
a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.


2.
a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, asfor a parent, child, or friend.

Knowing this, and what I knew of the feeling, or at least, what it meant to people, and what love referred to, made me even more puzzled. If someone gives up on love, something that they knew to be true, and wanted since childhood, as has been portrayed in just about every form of media out there, then what does that mean? Not believing in the connection between two people, not believing in the affection, care, desire and personal fulfillment? How does one simply give up on this? Is it even possible? Knowing who said it, and being part of her life for enough to know that this wasn’t a simple statement uttered out of pain, it really made me wonder. Because, honestly, is this something that someone can come to the conclusion of, without having suffered, having felt that there is no feeling of love, that it just doesn’t exist, due to things that have gone on? Losing friends is hard. Losing that connection to people, that, friendship, isn’t something to shake off, and, I think that, as much as we wouldn’t think of it as love, it is. And, after losing people you love, it just seems natural to begin to question what it really is. So, to that extent I can see where giving up on love makes some sense. But, then, when someone says “…it’s not real.”, you question what love is. Or, what we long for in life. If love is the connection between people, the affection, the passion involved, how do we lose that? Human connection is one of the most, if not most cherished things we have. It’s been proven, isolation can kill. So why would one not want that? We go our whole lives wanting to feel wanted, accepted, cared for. Isn’t that, in some sort of sense, being loved? I guess what I’m trying to say, is that, feelings, the longing for connection, being wanted; cared for, isn’t that love as well? Isn’t love just the word we use when we want to describe the connection, the will to enjoy being with people, the feeling of being cared about, the name given to what goes on in life when emotions take over, and it becomes almost an obligation to respect and cherish? Not that love is really something to be questioned or even argued, but it’s something my mind ponders. And is willing to ponder. It’s one of those forces that, is almost impossible to explain, but is there. Like, gravity, before an apple fell, we never knew what it was, but it was there. We eventually realized that gravity was behind this. Until the apple falls, do we ever really know what it is? And is it really something we can give up?