Love..

Love.. Falling in Love.. Life time love.. Pure love.. Platonic love.. ..

Love is a word defined the most, spoken about the most, confessed the most.. And still, it is never understood. It makes the world move, but it ain't moved by words itself. It is an emotion most essential for life, and still it is the one which imparts the maximum pain!

I have been reading this book, "The Road Less Traveled", a gift from Sanyu and her family! In the second unit of the book titled 'LOVE', the writer, M. Scott Peck attempts to define love. Possibly one of the best definitions I have come across, especially of the concept; the concept which I have been trying to define since my rendezvous with it, which lasted much more than a rendezvous..

"FALLING IN LOVE..

Of all the misconceptions about love, the most powerful and pervasive is the belief that 'falling in love' is love or at least one of the manifestations of love. It is potent misconception, because falling in love is subjectively experienced in a very powerful fashion as an experience of love. When a person falls in love what he or she certainly feels is "I love him" or "I love her." But two problems are immediately apparent. The first is that the experience of falling in love is specifically a sex-linked erotic experience. We do not fall in love with our children even though we may love them very deeply. We do not fall in love with our friends of the same sex - unless we are homosexually oriented - even though we may care for them greatly. We fall in love only when we are consciously or unconsciously sexually motivated. The second problem is that the experience of falling in love is invariably temporary. No matter whom we fall in love with, we sooner or later fall out of love if the relation continues long enough. This is not to say that we invariably cease loving the person with whom we fell in love. But it is to say that the feeling of ecstatic lovingness that characterizes the experience of fallin in love always passes. The honeymoon always ends. The bloom of romance always fades.
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(By M. Scot Peck, from The Road Less Traveled)