On the Subject of Love

Let’s speak of love—that universal pulse, an omnipresent force. I believe love is the very thing that sustains our vitality. We find a love for life itself in our passions, in our shifting memories, and even in those who are no longer by our side. It is woven into the fabric of who we are and who we are destined to become.

Love is a shapeshifter, yet we insist on pinning it down to a single definition. Mention the word, and the mind immediately drifts to a pair of lovers. From my own journey, I might claim to know love perfectly, but in truth, I have so much more to learn.

I have loved so deeply that I could navigate an entire sea of it. I love being alive; I cherish every moment I’ve endured. I have loved everything and everyone. I embrace my hardships as lessons and cradle the goodness I’ve experienced. It is effortless to say the word “love,” easy to promise it or perform it—but to truly feel it is something else entirely. It is a surging current that electrifies the soul, casting the world in a more brilliant light. It is a sensation so profound it leaves you craving the source of its spark.

I feel that love has become distorted, drifting far from its original purpose. It saddens me to see how people have warped it. They believe they understand it, yet they confuse it for something else and end up wounded. Their final verdict? “I hate love; it’s the root of all my misery.”

It breaks my heart to see love treated as something disposable, something tarnished or trivial. But I am no different; I, too, once treated love poorly. That is precisely why I understand it now. I love the simple act of existing: the waking up, the taste of something that melts on the tongue, the way a warm shower unravels the tension in my body. I love revisiting old memories, basking in the sunlight, and gazing at the moon. I find it in the hours spent pouring ideas into sketches and text, or in the quiet dialogues I hold with myself and those around me. All of this makes me feel whole. This is that electrifying warmth. This is love.

The love of life is the purest, most authentic expression of the heart. Sit for a moment. Speak with yourself. Allow yourself to be swept away by the vast, boundless sea that is love…

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