Love

Love. The best thing we do. It is not a sentiment. Nor is it an action. Love is a motion ingrained deep inside that drives us to dare and dream, and succeed and achieve. Love finds us paths we never knew existed. It takes us through roads we never had the courage to go by. It fights for us in ways we never expected anyone would.

Love is unpredictable, perennial and immortal. We lose trust in it. We stop experiencing it. We stop believing in it. In fact, we start hating it. But it is ceaseless. Love is unending. That’s the thing about love: the more you want to distance yourself with it, the closer it gets to you. You may not always feel it, yet it is perpetually there, in the backdrop, biding its time.

Love is like a beast. It can rip you apart. It can destroy your heart. It can destruct your faith and belief system. It can break you.

Yet, it remains the only thing that can fix you and build you back up. It can reconstruct your trust, and make it stronger than ever before. It can create beautiful moments, and give you indelible joy.

It will disappoint you. It will let you down. It will kick you away. But at the end of the day, it will always come back, make you happy and be forever loyal to you.

Love is not logical. It does not have to make sense, and nor does it. It is nonsensical. Idiotic. Pure. When it does befool you, it drives you. It drives your emotions and your actions. It blinds you, even when your eyes are wide open, and blindsides you, even when you are in your complete senses. Love is strange. But just so you know, having weird thoughts about it is a virtue. Absurd minds are what constitute geniuses. At the same time, love opens you to new horizons and introduces you to experiences previously unknown to you.

But here’s the best part about love: it is limitless. Boundless. It keeps you going, it gives you hope, it inspires you. Love to me is not a concept or an idea. It is something much, much more, beyond explanation: ineffable. Never lose hope when it comes to love. You may not be a silly romantic, but I am a hopeless idealist in love with the idea of life, but with undying hopes about love. That is the kind of paradox that love is. It delights you when you are desolate. It charms you when you are disgusted. It thrills you when you are bored. It is insane. It is silly. It is life.

Love is forever. So no matter what you do, live life lovingly. Live on love. Live for love. Love life. And most importantly, love love.

Because love is the best thing we do.