Our definition and understanding for love and its additional concepts is remarkably inadequate. For instance, when two hormonal teenagers meet together in a dark, secluded area and hold each other tightly, we call it love. When an old couple, married for 35 years sit in a quiet restaurant and eat and laugh and giggle, all this while fondly holding on to one another’s hand, we call that ‘love’ as well. When your mother sacrifices her favourite TV show so that you can happily watch a football game, that is love, too.
The word “Love” is a very ambiguous word, often used to refer to any or all the emotive and perceptive forces that make people fall in to. “Love’ is complex and no simple explanation of love will do. Love is often referred to as an “emotion” although on closer investigation, the term “love” includes you having to follow your girlfriend in every Zara, Forever 21 and Forever New outlets that ever existed in the history of mankind.
Everything is about perspective. And love isn’t exclusive of it. Whether it is the love of your dear grandmother, your best friend, your daughter, or yes, your lover—Love summonses your spirit and alters your vision about your life, forever. How a single raw, misunderstood and lucky emotion holds the ability to completely turn your life around is both extraordinary and scary at the same time.
Love is a fluke, some may believe. You are made to find love and feel loved and believe that your love is the best love based on your restricted surroundings and behavioural patterns. How are we then, to know that out of 7 billion people in the world, we’ve found our best match?
You believe that your romantic partner is your soulmate and the best there is. But how is one to know? What if your ‘best match’ is living in an entirely different country, or a different continent or even a different universe? How is one to know what is best for them? How is one to know anything?
What if you just brushed past your soulmate on your back from work in the metro yesterday and didn’t even realize it? And in all certainty, you will never ever get a chance to see that person ever again. How does that sound? That what could’ve been, will never be. Perfect Love, as it seems, is then a complex probabilistic and stochastic event which in all likelihood, never really happens. Does that mean we settle with whatever we seem to scamper from our surroundings? The best fit from the restricted sample space we are destined with? We’d never know. And we shouldn’t.
Because this isn’t what love is about. Love is not some magical equation. Love doesn’t happen when a certain number of parameters are fulfilled and after differentiation and integration, you land up with a magical number which tells you if your love is real or not.
Love is what you want it to be. For others, your love maybe unreasonable, it may even be stupid or something that they don’t accept, but in the end, the most important thing is that it is your love.