Love. Really.

Love. The most misunderstood and distorted emotions of all. Though it has inspired so many people into making brilliant pieces of art, music and poetry, it has also caused so much of sorrow and heartburn. It is not so much in the people who are receiving and giving this wonderful feeling as in the way this feeling is expressed and understood. It is the most basic of all emotions and so it comes from the depths of the heart or soul or mind or brain or whatever the organ. It comes from the energy with which a person lives. It is associated with that very force that keeps a person alive. And it lasts as long as the person lives. There is no such thing as less love or more love. There is no such thing as bad love and good love. There is no such thing as love that you give in return for something else. It is the purest form of energy that flows in the veins of every person. Love is stronger than anything in the world. Even stronger than the forces of life and death that are so mysterious and huge to us. Then why is it misunderstood.. because it is distorted and corrupted and misunderstood by only things that cloud the mind and disallow it from seeing reality in its true form. It isn't love that lets us see dear ones work miseries on themselves and then rush to them with words of kindness and sweetness, when it would have been a better thing to shield them and guard them from their miseries in the first place. The kind that offers nothing but sweet words and passive emotion is as untrue as these words themselves. It is not a handy device that we use to make a person aware that we are trying to "help" them. That love that is shown to gain the other person's attention or affection is no love at all. Nor is it that love that is shown with the hope that someday it will be returned in a bigger, better package. It is giving and never expecting anything in return. It is giving till the last ounce of strength is left in the body and the last sign of life in the heart. It is giving when everything that was owned is lost or spent. It is never asking for anything except true happiness for the other person. It is suffering with loved ones when they suffer and rejoicing when they rejoice. It is loving the thought that the mind is filled with love for this person. It is the most selfless as well as the most selfish emotion. Selfish because the pleasure of having someone to love is a completely personal happiness. Though love can be spread and given away, the pleasure of love is truly personal. It is something that the giver alone can experience and enjoy. Love that has to be continually expressed through words rather than deeds and gestures is no love at all. Words are feeble means that man has made to make up for his inability to express things. Love is beyond these feeble attempts at communication. Deeds are the only way love can be shared. It is only through giving that it can be spread. Giving, as in helping to nurture a better state of mind and a better life to look forward to. Never material. Love is an emotion that flows out with nothing and no one to stop it. Love that flows out in this uncontrolled way is misunderstood to be obsession and crudeness. It is even taken to be hatred. There is nothing as pure as this love that is inspired by the need to grow together and flower, to experience things together and protect each other from anything that may cause harm. And such emotion that helps this growth - that is love. Really.