What is love and why do we spend our existence searching for it? I realise that not everyone deliberately goes looking for it but surely everyone expects it to happen to them. It's just a thing, we grow up watching films or reading books, or just watching life go by where the guy gets the girl or the girl gets the guy, whether that was from Disney, an action film, or anything else for that matter. We are surrounded by the idea of love and yet nobody can agree on what it actually is.
Try and describe it now, I bet you are um-ing and er-ing at your screen, attempting to think of what your definition of love is. That's it, everyone has their own definition and yet you don't actually know what your own definition of the word is.
I guess Winnie the Pooh had it right all along - "you don't spell it, you feel it"
The reason we can't explain love is because it's a feeling. It's a feeling that causes all the other feelings like happiness, anger, anxiety, sadness and a whole bunch of others that I cannot be bothered to name. It's such a fragile thing and I think we're afraid to put it into a box with a clear definition in case we break what makes it so special.
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