I woke up to the morning blooms with a jerk, mornings where not the same anymore, the happy sunshine's where transforming into the thorns that steal whatever I have left of my dreams. Eyes closed and consciousness coming to my brain after that hard to achieve sleep was excruciating, this confused feeling of love and sorrow was something new that I was getting used to but its alien feelings that are left after an invasion and the irony is that I am feeling alienated to myself.
Love is a fancy word whose true meaning should be lying somewhere as scriptures in the tomb of Tutankhamun or maybe its something that we will all find it in futures to come, but whatever the name maybe two people have to go through a lot of things to live together if that is what love should achieve. But what is love? a mental state, a level of consciousness, a setup between two people, dope, adjustments? What? Is there a theoretical love & practical love, realistic or fantasy love, selfless of selfish love? Indeed things are complicated.
The Upanishads defines Love on a completely different dimension; a very simple meaning, but now it doesn't come under the category of "practical love" its not worth mentioning here but if you are reading this and you wanna talk higher meanings of things I have enough time to waste on.. :P
Practical Love
A definition would be to say that its all about meeting up expectations, understanding & acting upon that, its like a million agreements signed together and each day more clauses keeps on adding, so if you are someone who thinks a lot, is sentimental, emotional or has issues regarding memorizing things please stay away because every time an implied or said agreement is breached you are in deep shit.
Practical love in a way is all about "Socially accepted loving principles" the acceptance part could be the generation, social hang around's, friends or a fantasy about love itself. So if you are creative or highly artistic or you want your finger print in what ever you do, conventional love is not your thing.
Love is such a simple feeling, but we don't like simple things, we keep on adding stuff until it becomes so complicated that it wont work out.
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