People say that the best things in
life come for free. I beg to differ; because ironically the fortunate ones who
were ordained to experience LOVE certainly paid the utmost price. What makes it
so strange is the simultaneous episodes of pain and absolute serenity.
What is Love though? Is it a state of
being? Is it just a notion? Is it a virtual emotion? Is it an actual emotion? Is
it something we are bestowed with so that we treasure ourselves, or is it a
curse imposed upon us so that we would betray our ego and fell for a complete stranger?
I haven’t come up with the answer to any of the mystery behind LOVE. I know
that everything that pleasures humans is made by humans: money, fame, music, movies,
books, sports and many more except LOVE. I like to think that LOVE is the most precious present given to us by God as a token of our affiliation as father and child. It’s
not something we can pay for, it’s not something we can embezzle or it’s not
something we work hard for rather it’s something we long to find some way,
somehow, somewhere. If you think otherwise let me hear it.
