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Ok, so some of you may have read this on...ugh. myspace. Anyway, I wanted to post it so I wouldn't lose this. Enjoy.
Love
What is gives meaning to our lives? What is all art attempting to explain? In ninth grade I wrote a paper on what I knew of love. Even at the time where each person feels they know it all, I realized I knew little to nothing of real love. I knew songs of heartbreak but had never felt the sting. I knew the word, but the meaning had no feeling. I was a blind man explaining colors.
The word has sparked a million poems, pushed a billion brushstrokes, and pushed a pencil across countless sheets of paper. What do I know? Love is intangible, but it is felt.
Scientists recently have attempted to explain that love was the appearance of chemicals in the brain, a chemical reaction. How ridiculous. How ridiculous to break the most powerful feeling in the world to mere neurotransmitters. The beauty in life to a nerve cell and high school biology class. It’s like saying Mozart just wrote music, that Da Vinci was only a painter, and that Romeo and Juliet is a story about a boy and a girl.
As I live and feel, learn and love, I realize that love is living in an existence higher than life. Time, space, and typical infinite problems mean nothing. The rest of the world melts away, and all that is, is love. The smallest actions contain the most love. A gaze, a nod, a smile. The impact is felt. Love is warm, it is comfortable, it is refreshing. Love is what we live for. Finding the beauty in the general, finding perfection in the ordinary.
It is sad that we live life without ever filling our full potential for loving when it is what truly matters. So much time and worry is wasted on the meaningless. Love grows, but most people just grow cold. The warmth of love is worth focusing on.
Love defies any definition though we attempt to everyday. We limit it, we manipulated it, explain it away into chemical reactions and young people’s puppy love. Each time love is spoken we pass it down through our ear canals, past our ear drums, to our brains and passes over our memories of love or lack of love. Through our biases to let us acknowledge. Yes. This is love. I don’t want to define it. I just want to live it. I refuse to live another day without it. I will live for the love.
Love
What is gives meaning to our lives? What is all art attempting to explain? In ninth grade I wrote a paper on what I knew of love. Even at the time where each person feels they know it all, I realized I knew little to nothing of real love. I knew songs of heartbreak but had never felt the sting. I knew the word, but the meaning had no feeling. I was a blind man explaining colors.
The word has sparked a million poems, pushed a billion brushstrokes, and pushed a pencil across countless sheets of paper. What do I know? Love is intangible, but it is felt.
Scientists recently have attempted to explain that love was the appearance of chemicals in the brain, a chemical reaction. How ridiculous. How ridiculous to break the most powerful feeling in the world to mere neurotransmitters. The beauty in life to a nerve cell and high school biology class. It’s like saying Mozart just wrote music, that Da Vinci was only a painter, and that Romeo and Juliet is a story about a boy and a girl.
As I live and feel, learn and love, I realize that love is living in an existence higher than life. Time, space, and typical infinite problems mean nothing. The rest of the world melts away, and all that is, is love. The smallest actions contain the most love. A gaze, a nod, a smile. The impact is felt. Love is warm, it is comfortable, it is refreshing. Love is what we live for. Finding the beauty in the general, finding perfection in the ordinary.
It is sad that we live life without ever filling our full potential for loving when it is what truly matters. So much time and worry is wasted on the meaningless. Love grows, but most people just grow cold. The warmth of love is worth focusing on.
Love defies any definition though we attempt to everyday. We limit it, we manipulated it, explain it away into chemical reactions and young people’s puppy love. Each time love is spoken we pass it down through our ear canals, past our ear drums, to our brains and passes over our memories of love or lack of love. Through our biases to let us acknowledge. Yes. This is love. I don’t want to define it. I just want to live it. I refuse to live another day without it. I will live for the love.