Thought Catalog
May 19, 2017

When I Try To Define Love

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What is the issue?
Anthony Ginsbrook

What is love? You don’t know how many times I asked myself that question. Most of life’s abstractions are blurry and vague. Just like in poetry, sentiments like love which cannot be defined with concrete words are mysteries. They are felt but never genuinely seen. They are real but never leave a shadow behind. They touch us but don’t have hands.

Love, like all other feelings, rules this world or at least our own personal worlds.

Is love a symbol, a brief stomach ache, a kiss, a smile, an action, a reality, or a place? Or can it be all of these simultaneously?

For me love is more than a phrase. It’s more than I-love-you’s and I-love-you-too’s. Love’s the feeling you have when you have created a bond with someone. It is the essence of a relationship. And since life is blanketed but relationships, love is the essence of life. It links people, bonds people, and brings people together.

Love is the one thing on earth that truly makes each one of us human. In the end, what matters is not how many trophies or diplomas or awards we receive; it’s not about how successful we become or how wealthy we are. It’s about how many people we touched and changed with our love.

You can do things with excellence. You can speak words with eloquence. And you can believe with an unshakable faith in life. But no matter what you do, say, or believe, you are just a mere clump of atoms deprived of all the sunlight that should break free out of your rigid fleshly walls, if you don’t love.

So, if you ask me once again what love is, I still won’t have the right answer for you, but even if I could give you a refined definition of love and would not even practice what I preach then my very words would be pointless. Just like my words without authenticity mean nonsense, so is life without love, because a loveless life would not be worth the living. TC mark