WHAT IS LOVE?

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what
love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-St. Augustine

as i flip through the pages of my "friend's notes", i have found this not-so-uncommon title "what is love?". I called it "not-so-uncommon" just because i had researched it before and my screen poped-up billions of related links, and double the number i saw was i guess web can no longer accomodate. But, this is special enough to generate my interest to repost and write whatever i feel and understood about it. So, i thought, now is the perfect time to scribble my mileage of thinking about the said. Given it's raining, and when it rains and i hear raindrops my heart and my mind work together just the best to coordinate with the sound of my own soul to let my emotions fill my blank outlook about LOVE.

(commercial: before i go on, i would just like to recognize the person who first posted the article "kuya cris buza, kim, remember? Basha! LOL. Pahiram po ah? Thank you." and of course the saint who gives life to the article "St. Augustine, thank you for bringing a perfect definition of love in this time when everybody seem to forget what love should really stand for. And today, an ordinary person would interpret your love in her ordinary language; love is my favorite theme and i know so do you.")

so, here i go..

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision." it is eventually there and when it pops out it is either i claim or i deny it's completely up to me; then it suddenly will fade, unfortunately, no matter how hard i try to keep it and no matter how i believe it'll last 'till forever, i still am UNSURE. And when it fades, no matter how hard i try to revive, it would not just be like that, until then that i totally lose it. God created me naturally needy of love, however love is hard to receive, to give and mostly to REGAIN.

"You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part." i have to admit that this part is what i could not really comprehend maybe because I HAVE NOT FELT THE LOVE IT DESCRIBES YET, and it add up spice in making me feel more eager to find it out. Perhaps, just perhaps, it's telling me that the more i hold on to love too tight the more it would let me go quickly, so at times, i have to be lax in handling it.

"Because this is what
love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion." this is what i can say loving is not owning, loving is not over-protecting, loving is not an adventure, love is not equal to LUST, to love is to respect and to respect is to love even more.

"That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident." love is when i lose the love, that i can still love more even if i don't have enough for my self, for the one i love and for love it self. It sounded vain for the first time, but reading between the lines could decode what it supposed to mean.

"..and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two." love doesn't supposed to look outward, it sees the heart and defines the soul, then rule the mind, the eyes and the desire. Love is not what i see, it is what i feel, and love by it self is what makes it the WHOLE PACKAGE TO BE CONSIDERED and not anything earthy else.

My feelings towards the article is exactly what makes it a DELUXE rather than just whatever i thought about it.

This heart's day, it is what love i give not to whom i give it, and it's not the number of times i exerted an effort, but how sincere i an when i do.