At this point in time in my life, it is hard for me to define what love is. This four letter word seems to have depth and a deeper meaning. Yes… it is a word, but the question is what do these four letters mean?
For me love is a feeling. A feeling that you feel deep within you. When you are loved you feel a great sense of appreciation… wanting… being needed…fulfillment… self-worth…, and in general it encompasses a feeling of great happiness and warmth in whatever form it touches you.
A person can be in love or love another in different ways. The most forgiving or unforgiving love is the love one has for their life partners. It can be pleasant or it can ruin one’s life, damaging it beyond repair. It can be the most beautiful thing if one can be fortunate enough to love or be loved.
As a person who has always craved for another person’s love throughout her entire life, I would say it is not worth the sacrifice. I did anything and everything- from kindness and madness, to humiliating myself, even going down the road to attempted suicide for love. That’s when I realized that is not what love is about, that love has a deeper meaning to it than that. I also realized that if I were to survive I have to take the closest exit in order to find my path to be loved. Once I let go of the image which I had built in my head for so long; I got the sensation of being in love with me, myself. That was the most admirable love that one could have. I love myself beyond anything in the world and through this process, I found myself. I realized that I started to appreciate myself more and when I let loose, I couldn’t believe the immense love that started pouring upon me. It was a blessing in disguise. So love may not be what we all think it is, and one can be loved or love anyone and everyone in different ways.