Tonight I write about Love...

Tonight I write about love, a subject of which I know only so little. Now, why should I be writing about something that I do not know? Well, I think it's a reflective action. I am only trying to understand it by letting out all the known and unknown elements in my heart. Maybe unburdening my heart from all that is "known" about it.  And thus, in the process, I hope to "remember" a thing or two about it. About this phenomenon called love. So, this is why I am embarking upon this perplexing task tonight. Standing on the mast, I become the novice dreaming about the capricious seas and the journey that lies forth. And my heart, intrigued by the mysteries beating within hers. Here I take the plunge into the depths, not knowing where the currents would lead to or what I would find in the deep. Here's the first step into the soul of love, and that is the leap of faith. After all, isn't love the starting point of all adventures? 

Looking around, I see many forms and types of love. It's even a commodity today, something that has been transformed into quantifiable "data" of preferability or likeness, dictated into the lives of millions by omnipresent algorithms run by omnipotent tech "giants". It's like the children playing with clay moulds, giving a different form, name, meaning and purpose every time they play with it, trying to present a replica of their own imaginations. And here I believe arises the central problem. 

What happens when what is eternal is contained in the parenthesis of the ephemeral? How can it be reduced to any rationale of human minds or to its imaginations? Isn't love a marvel of chance? A cosmic force of unity, perhaps? And what happens to it when it becomes contractual, binding or even blinding? And what happens to that impulsive seed within each and every one of us, the seed that makes us take that leap of faith in the first place, the seed that gives us roots so that we can brave the storms, the roots that connect one to the other, the seed that compels us to confront our own self in the face of love. And what happens to that one seed which holds love within us? Which awaits its moment to sprout, to grow, to flower... 

May the love guide us all,
may love alone show us our path...