How can Love be defined?
Is it a a feeling that “makes your heart feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and your independence. After a while, you start throwing people out – your friends, everyone you used to know. And it's still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it's going to take you down with it.” This is how Karla describes it in Shantaram, written by Gregory David Roberts. Is it such a sinking feeling? I reckon it might be.
But then there is an upside as well. While that metaphorical lifeboat has not yet sunk, and is moving on at its own quiet pace, love is the feeling that keeps a person alive. It gives joy and hope and has the power to make one feel invincible. I assume this might be the case as well.
So then, what is love? Is it the deepest, most profound feeling one can ever experience or is life's way of showing us how harsh reality is, that a cup can ever be so full of emotions that when more is poured too fast, the cup might topple over?
Love is a paradox we may never understand.
It is a sinking ship.
It is a speckled band.
It may fill you with laughter.
And at the same time with sorrow.
Love may be an adorned myth somewhere far.
Out of reach, out of focus.
For none can truly understand its power.
Its immensity is hazy and may never cross paths with us.
Love is misery and passion blazing.
Love is the rise and fall of the greatest times.
It brings down everything, defines nothing.
Love is that feeling, never totally monumented.
The feeling of empowered bliss and of stupendous loss.
We may never understand the magnitude of its strength.
For love is like walking a tightrope.
With no scope for an error in judgment.
I may never know what love means.
But I shall be in love again, if only to interpret love, I hope.