What Is Love



Hello. This is my first post here, and to be honest I don’t know what to expect. The internet offers a wide range of experiences and feedback, so if anyone reads this at all I suppose it could range from trolling to people trying to save my soul. Lets find out.

Love. WTF?

There is a brief definition of love in the image above at its core meaning, and I think that defining love is a goal post which has changed ever since humankind has discovered a language to communicate feelings. Right away you realise that love is not a static definition since its definition has changed over time. It isn’t the same black and white as life or death is. Just look around you and if you aren’t living in a cave somewhere then more than likely you’ll have a few neighbors that define love differently than you, and the further away from your home you get as you travel to different parts of the world with different people and values that difference grows.

So then I think it is fair to say that the definition of love is personal, it is something you have to discover and define for yourself. My personal view on the word love is that today, it is defined by capitalism. Ask a friend, what is the first thing that pops into your head when you say the word Love, you’ll get something back in terms of a standard heterosexual relationship between a man and a woman. I did this today with three friends, two men and a woman, and their reply was as expected; love for your partner.

That isn’t the only kind of love there is though is there. What about love of your own mother and father? For a pet? Nature? Chocolate? Brains are nice orderly things, and people love and seek order in their outward application based on their own belief system. It is easy to take the standard definition of love and repeat it, store it away, and attach things to that definition at the same time fighting everything else that doesn’t fit in with that.

I am now starting to fight back against my own cognitive dissonance because love as I experience it currently may feel nice at times, but it sure as hell isn’t making me happy.



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