Posted: Friday, February 24, 2012 5:10:13 AM
Throughout a person’s life, one comes across many perspectives on the meaning of “love.” Dictionaries say love if composed of definitions. Scientists claim love is a concoction of chemicals. But most importantly, the Twilight series illustrates love as…a girl’s creepy obsession with a sparkling vampire? With an assortment of media invading the minds of adolescents, it may be hard for America’s youth to differentiate true love from teen angst. But if one looks beyond the T.V. screen, love may be easier to find than expected.
If you asked me what love is, you would get a different answer than if you asked someone else. This is simply because love is such an abstract and baffling a concept. It’s the mysterious woman behind the curtain. It’s something that you can’t Google the answer to. Even if one tries to dissect and define love, the answer fitting for you may still be hidden beneath the ashes of self-discovery. When one truly understands the meaning of love, they feel it. The freedom to interpret the concept of love allows leeway for misinterpretation. I, as well, have found myself astray to the true meaning of love. But I have discovered that love is ambiguous. It allows itself to be interpreted in multiple ways.
Love drives me crazy. It’s a self-diagnosed disease that rips and pulls at one’s heart. It’s the beating in your chest that keeps one up all night, the smile on your face drawn by permanent marker. It’s the driving force of one's life, and you are just the backseat driver. It’s the batch of cookies a mother makes at Christmas time. It’s the pat on the back a father gives you when he’s proud. It’s the tears that roll down your cheeks when a loved one has past. It’s the report card of one’s feelings and the measurement of one’s passion in life.
Love is personal. It’s reflective. And it may be fickle and immature at times, but it’s real. It’s a magician that can vanish in midair: one day it’s there, the next day it’s gone. It’s a magic that can’t be explained by any dictionary, scientist, or fictional character. Although love may cause mishaps and misfortunes, it’s something that no one should regret having for one another. Love is a gift. Compassion for human beings did not create society, but ensured its existence. Love should be embraced and respected. No crush should be belittled, and no love should be exalted, for all love is great.
However, love does have its dangers. Love is fickle and has no lifelong guarantee. People grow up; they move on; they mature. As people, our perspective on love matures as we do. But, despite all of the alterations we go through in life, the concept of love is always tailored to oneself. It’s a shirt that you can’t grow out of. And why on earth would you want to?