Love Is Very Simple.


I have no time, right now, for love. The romantic kind, at least.

There is growing-up to do, stories to write and books to read, futures to plan and scrap and plan again.

But I have thought about it. I have thought about it a good deal. It seems silly not to, being so central a part of the human condition. Follow the umbilical cord of anything, and you’ll return to the same, warm womb: love. All we do, all we feel, is but a manifestation of it – yes, even hate, which is but love turned sour.

So many people yearn for it. Our culture is saturated with the concept. For some, it has turned into an obsession, a fairy wand that will magically create happiness and self-esteem. People kill for love. People weep for love. Debase themselves, manipulate others like tin soldiers, froth into monsters. Many things are mistaken for love: lust, ego, status. There are entire industries catered to those who are having trouble with it, and still more for those seeking it.

Frankly, it all seems like a lot of unnecessary hullabaloo.

Love is very simple. You don’t even need to experience romantic love to know what it is, what it feels like, and what it’s true form is. If you have anyone you love in the world, be it a sister, a brother, a mother or a father, or even a pet, then you already know.

Love is a feeling, in your chest, warm and liquid.

Love is when you wouldn’t mind hugging someone for an eternity.

Love is cuddling up to another human being at night when the world seems so big and strange, so you don’t feel so alone in the universe anymore.

People lie, side-by-side, across the globe, knitted into pairs, in their little bedrooms, because they are lost and confused, deep inside, and being with each other makes us feel a little better. Never underestimate a hug or a kiss, or any sign of affection. That kind of thing can heal you, in a tiny way, each time, and in the absence of it, souls wither.

All we have is each other. We are spontaneous organisms, swirling in a mesh of unasked-for consciousness, sleepwalking and dreaming strange things. No matter how much success, wealth or status we have, at the end of the day, we all just want to come home to a pair of warm arms.

Love tells us everything is okay, and we need this because everything is not okay. Everyone is making it up as they go along. No-one knows anything: why we are here, if there is a purpose, what it all even means.

So we cling onto each other, so that we don’t tumble into the abyss.

It may be a false comfort, but it is a sweet one.


2 thoughts on “Love Is Very Simple.

  1. Hello.

    I was wondering about the differences among romantic love, love (sexual culmination) and love in general (maybe this is what applies to family, friends and pets). Since it is a wide subject and very explored by philosophers, thinkers, scientists, writers since the preludes of mankind, I feel like incapable to add anything relevant to the subject. Because of my lack of understanding about these subtle differences (I usually consider nomenclature of love mentioned above as contents of the same sack), I really enjoy reading the definitions of writers about it. Maybe I can learn something.

    Okay, I’ll tell you the truth about… what is making me comment right now. It’s the photo! Those giraffes above. What a coincidence because I was watching giraffes a minute ago. Here: , this video shows how giraffes dispute for “love” (actually, mating). What I’m trying to say is… maybe there is no difference between what we consider to be an idealistic love (romantic) or mechanic love (sexual culmination) and love in general (groups of animals living together). But I kind that understand this impulse of us, animals, searching for love (whatever love really means). There is a book I started reading, called: Sex at Dawn by Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jethá, which presumably explain how humans went from polygamous to monogamous relationships thanks to agriculture, livestock and religion. I don’t know about the premises yet, but I believe it adds a little to this topic.

    Thank you.

    • Oh I’m so, so sorry for overlooking your comment. 😦
      And I find that to be a fascinating topic too – the differences between the kinds of love who show for certain people.
      I’m not sure if there is any difference. I think when we marry someone, they become family. We show all our bad sides and our good sides, and sometimes we hate them, but we still love them from the bottom of our hearts. It’s just a warm, honeyed puddle inside of us. I’m not explaining this very well or eloquently, am I?
      But I think romantic love is a little different. Maybe it’s just the idealist inside of me speaking, but it has a certain vibrancy that familial love doesn’t. Both familial love and friendship love is more tepid. Romantic love is deeper. Like a softly burning fire.

      It’s fascinating. I’m fascinated with love. It seems like the salvation of our existence sometimes. It makes the cruel randomness of it all a little less…sharp.

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