Love as an abstract concept
Rachael Scott
Period 4
April 1, 2005
Love
In the style of Tim O’Brien
Love is life. It is anything and everything. It is anywhere and everywhere. Love is joy and sorrow and peace and chaos and life and death and hope and discouragement. So which is it? Love is both extremes. It is the most wonderful and terrible thing all at once.
Whether it is the morning sun slowly creeping through the window in dim shades of red and orange, or the dull ache that comes along with the loss of a special someone; that’s what love is. Transfixing and engulfing; it swallows you whole. It is splendor and cruelty. Exciting and mundane. Love is the most boring of whirlwinds. It’s like folding laundry in 50-yard line seats at the Superbowl. It’s like the end of life for someone who has suffered. Bittersweet. The pain once felt is now replaced by peace, but pain inevitably ensues for those who remain on this love-tortured Earth. How indescribable it is that something can be the best and the worst all at once.
Love is shown with all the diversity of hues of light refracting through freshly cleaned glass. It is like a jar of marbles filled with all the different patterns and sizes and each serving different purposes. Love is filled with varying emotions toward friends, family, and lovers. Friends love with loyal support and secret envy. Families love with compassionate kindness and sometimes irritable understanding. Lovers love with selfless devotion, moving passion, and argumentative compromise.
Love makes the world turn with all of its power-both awesome and dreadful. We have no choice but to submit to it’s will. It seems as though love is the overseer of all things good and bad. It is the master of life. It is the command of an overlord-both vague and detailed-definite and confusing.
The final thing with love is that it is unchanging through the ages. I imagine that the people of centuries past loved in all the same ways that we do today… The same feeling of pleasantly drowning. Being completely encompassed and surrounded by the waves and being tossed into the unknown and enjoying every moment. Being forced down under the water, the only thoughts are those of the pleasant way the sun is shining through the blue expanse. How this adventure will turn out-it doesn’t matter. The ending could be unpleasant and painful but you don’t seem to mind, it is beautiful for the present time. That, my friend, is love.
Period 4
April 1, 2005
Love
In the style of Tim O’Brien
Love is life. It is anything and everything. It is anywhere and everywhere. Love is joy and sorrow and peace and chaos and life and death and hope and discouragement. So which is it? Love is both extremes. It is the most wonderful and terrible thing all at once.
Whether it is the morning sun slowly creeping through the window in dim shades of red and orange, or the dull ache that comes along with the loss of a special someone; that’s what love is. Transfixing and engulfing; it swallows you whole. It is splendor and cruelty. Exciting and mundane. Love is the most boring of whirlwinds. It’s like folding laundry in 50-yard line seats at the Superbowl. It’s like the end of life for someone who has suffered. Bittersweet. The pain once felt is now replaced by peace, but pain inevitably ensues for those who remain on this love-tortured Earth. How indescribable it is that something can be the best and the worst all at once.
Love is shown with all the diversity of hues of light refracting through freshly cleaned glass. It is like a jar of marbles filled with all the different patterns and sizes and each serving different purposes. Love is filled with varying emotions toward friends, family, and lovers. Friends love with loyal support and secret envy. Families love with compassionate kindness and sometimes irritable understanding. Lovers love with selfless devotion, moving passion, and argumentative compromise.
Love makes the world turn with all of its power-both awesome and dreadful. We have no choice but to submit to it’s will. It seems as though love is the overseer of all things good and bad. It is the master of life. It is the command of an overlord-both vague and detailed-definite and confusing.
The final thing with love is that it is unchanging through the ages. I imagine that the people of centuries past loved in all the same ways that we do today… The same feeling of pleasantly drowning. Being completely encompassed and surrounded by the waves and being tossed into the unknown and enjoying every moment. Being forced down under the water, the only thoughts are those of the pleasant way the sun is shining through the blue expanse. How this adventure will turn out-it doesn’t matter. The ending could be unpleasant and painful but you don’t seem to mind, it is beautiful for the present time. That, my friend, is love.