Love, oh how I wait for thee...

Love...
Liefde...
Pyaar...
Ishq...
Amor...
Upendo...
Gra'...
The look in you eyes
The inexplicable sensation that sends shivers down your spine
Engulfs your heart in flames
Makes you weak at the knees
And giddy in your mind...
Aah yes, what a pleasure indeed...

Where does love originate from? Before, I even post the extension to that question, let me entertain you with the responses of a couple of people (2 literally, i kid you not):

Person 1: "A combination of chemicals in the brain, a little bit of lustful desire (or a lot for some) and blinded passion."

Person 2: "the inate desire for happiness which lets us see the promise of it in things we consider beautiful."

Funny enough, these were the answers without adding the following options as it was presented to me: "A feeling in the heart or chemical processes in the brain?"

Interesting the answers you get hey...

Now the first question, like that of the chicken (no, not if it can fly...oh, the irony of how that is actually linked here), but rather which came first, the chicken or the egg...so, is it the chemical reaction that causes the sensation in the heart or the heart that causes the brain to recognise the love...

This decision is actually a lot more difficult than I initially thought. I'm no Marie Curie (a scientist...and a woman...although people say I scream like a girl) so I'm not well-versed in the chemistry of he brain...but I have felt love and I can recognise it when I feel it...

Now, I am someone who I wouldn't say has found love, for I believe love is mutual, but rather identified an individual with whom I want to share the experience with. In a nutshell, when I first met said individual (see the question about chickens being able to fly above...yes, we met arguing about that) I couldn't really care for much about her. It was simply a time to "kick-ass" in an argument and move one. But, like life always does, "everything happens for a reason" as I like to quote and such, a series of events rendered me in a position where I got closer to her. We became friends and remained adamant about that to everyone who questioned otherwise. Until tragedy struck. not for wither of us, but for someone else. It took that to make me realise that she is the one. Now, here I had my mind telling me no, but my heart screaming to never let her go...it is still another discussion about the outcome of that, and indeed it is a long discussion.

So, where did it start. In my mind or in my heart...was it me recognising something beautiful and the willingness to continue that inate desire for happiness with someone who had brought it to me in such an abundant manner. Or was it chemicals in my body, craving that passion, with an inch of lust and an infatuation all around.

Maybe a bit of both...

I'd like to think of myself as a rational individual. So, I expanded this to my supposed "love" life in that I always told myself that I will never get myself involved with anyone unless I was 100% certain. That is a reflection of the mind. Then again, we tend to mould our mind to satisfy the craving of our hearts. That is a reflection of the heart. It is indeed never just one or the other, but an amalgamation of the two. A recognition that for the mind to work effectively for love it is directed by the heart, but for the heart to not reign uncontrollably it must be maintained by the mind.

Ultimately, love is a drug, a lesson learnt. It is something we all cannot live without and we wish to experience it in any shape or form. It is a drug simply because when we are stripped from the source of that love, we experience symptoms that no rehab can cure. Love is a lesson and teaches you far more than simply caring for another. It is a blinding light not apparent to everyone but found simply between two. We can debate for eternity how love comes about, but what matters more is what we do with it, how we experience it and how we learn from it. Love will only work if you use it effectively. Then you dictate where it comes from.



"Oh, we're scared to see the ending

Why are we pretending this is nothing?
I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how
I've never heard silence quite this loud"- Taylor Swift

In order to conquer, we must first survive...the same goes for love.