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Laboring at defining love


I’ve often said that love is a conscious decision you make; to be “in love” and to learn to love someone are processes. It is true you can never love some people or places, while some others are far more amenable to kickstarting warm feelings within you. But contrary to what glossy romantic films or books might try to condition you into thinking, love is not something that “just happens”. You’re not a passive observer, swept off your feet. The head over heels thing may happen for a minute, for a day, but you would ultimately snap out of the chimera and come to your senses.
You then evaluate and make choices. You might play a game with yourself – check if you feel the same funny, fuzzy way after a while, in several moods, in different seasons. See if you are tempted to change your mind. See if you are trying to convince yourself to stick to your resolve. It does not essentially mean that the lane you picked is bad or that it is bound to be fraught with difficulties. It may hint – or hit you on the head – that you need to examine your logic or your emotions, whichever your thought process is governed by. You may want to stick to your comfort zone and clutch at it for dear life – but it’s worth thinking over, talking over, or even retract from.
Retract in mind, or in action. Be honest. I found something interesting on Huffington Post, and here it is.
Thinking things over makes you a deeper personality. Better awareness of self can pave the way for higher self-satisfaction and a more realistic world-view. Do not kiss your “self” goodbye because of any one decision you made. For,
Our first and last love is self-love. Christian Nestell Bovee

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