What is love? It is one of the most difficult questions for the mankind. Centuries have passed by, relationships have bloomed and so has love. But no one can give the proper definition of love. To some Love is friendship set on fire for others Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it. No matter how you define it or feel it, love is the eternal truth in the history of mankind. Love is patient, love is kind. It has no envy, nor it boasts itself and it is never proud. It rejoices over the evil and is the truth seeker. Love protects; preserves and hopes for the positive aspect of life. Always stand steadfast in love, not fall into it. It is like the dream of your matter of affection coming true. Love can occur between two or more individuals. It bonds them and connects them in a unified link of trust, intimacy and interdependence. It enhances the relationship and comforts the soul. Love should be experienced and not just felt. The depth of love can not be measured. Look at the relationship between a mother and a child. The mother loves the child unconditionally and it can not be measured at all. A different dimension can be attained between any relationships with the magic of love. Love can be created. You just need to focus on the goodness of the other person. If this can be done easily, then you can also love easily. And remember we all have some positive aspect in us, no matter how bad our deeds maybe. It says that it never exist, because there has been many instances of hatred and brutality in relationships. There has been hatred between brothers, parents and children, sibling rivalry and spouses have failed each other. Friends have betrayed each other; the son has killed his parents for the throne, the count is endless. Even the modern generation is also facing with such dilemmas everyday. But love has always ruled, in music, poetry, paintings, sculptor and literature. Psychology has also done lot of dissection to the essence of love, just like what biology, anthropology and neuroscience has also done to it. Psychology portrays love as a cognitive phenomenon with a social cause. Intimacy, Commitment, and Passion. Also, in an ancient proverb love is defined as a high form of tolerance. And this view has been accepted and advocated by both philosophers and scholars. Love also includes compatibility. But it is more of journey to the unknown when the concept of compatibility comes into picture. Maybe the person whom we see in front of us, may be least compatible than the person who is miles away. We might talk to each other and portray that we love each other, but practically we do not end up into any relationship. Also in compatibility, the key is to think about the long term successful relationship, not a short journey. We need to understand each other and must always remember that no body is perfect. Be together, share your joy and sorrow, understand each other, provide space to each other, but always be there for each others need. And surely love will blossom to strengthen your relationship with your matter of affection. Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. William Shakespeare.

jueves, 13 de junio de 2013


Iba a comenzar con un "aveces" pero con la experiencia y mis miedos he cambiado por un "siempre". 
Siempre tengo la sensación  de que las relaciones importantes para mí, penden de un hilo muy fino y bastante quebradizo. Odio la sensación de que haga lo que haga pueda perderlo todo en un instante o al menos es la simulación que se repite en mi cabeza. Me esfuerzo y aún así siento que hago las cosas mal. Pues no. Creo que no es así, que no sólo yo me he de dar cuenta de las cosas y aunque muchas veces la haya cagado , no siempre me voy a martirizar con mis errores porque entonces "apaga y vámonos". No me gustan muchas reflexiones que se pasean por mi cabeza cuando se aburre, me hace ser la que siempre he sido, cuando esos pensamientos adueñaban mi cabeza durante esos años. Si, soy diferente, bastante analítica, especial, y ya tengo un cupo de decepciones que no tengo ganas ni fuerzas de aguantar, porque básicamente no puedo y si me creo lo que yo misma "me" pienso es porque algunas reacciones ajenas a mí me han dado a entenderlo.

Quizá un día tome la decisión equivocada.

Es un asco que realmente sólo escriba en el blog cuando me entren relámpagos de tristeza y decepción.

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