Travelling through this thing called “life”, I notice that many of us have differing opinions on certain things. Many people may think that Michael Jordan is the best player, while others harken back to the days of Bill Russell. Also, some may think that the Beatles are the best rock band ever. Then again, there are those that would disagree with that sentiment. Whether you think that Batman was done correctly by Tim Burton or Chris Nolan, at least know that life is filled with conflicted views. It is these conflicted views that make life worth living, right?

I know, I know: that entire introduction paragraph seemed like a lot of rambling. Okay, I will get to the point.

I just wanted to get into a series of questions that has been on my mind for some time. These questions revolve around one main question: What is love?

What is love

I’ll bet you that you are looking at me sideways OR expecting something more in depth. Well, please expect the latter while you do the former.

I’m just asking, though.

Is love the monogamous unity that so many women and men work hard to attain? Is it jumping the broom while many celebrate the union that only Elohim himself can keep from going asunder?

Or is love the actual existence of bonds that shake the core of status limitations and definitions given by cultural standards that many find to be played out?

Is love the prescribe medicine that many people considers to be the conqueror of all things in this world?

Or is love a four letter word used loosely by many to attain the unattainable, to go for the unrealistic, and to manipulate the naught-manipulated?


I’m just asking, though.

Is love the smile that you are given when you give an unexpected surprise to the one you are dating/courting/married to?

Or is love the smile that you are given when you give an unexpected surprise to someone that will never be, or can ever be, yours in the first place?

Is love taking care of the children of the woman you married even though they aren’t yours?

Or is love working hard to take care of the kids that aren’t even yours with women that you will never be romantically involved with?

Is love spending time on a romantic date just to make love to that special someone and it almost feels like heaven in his/her arms?

Or is love spending time with someone just to be in their presence and bathe in their aura?


These are real questions, you know.

Is love doing all of the fantasy-world things to win over the “man/woman of your dreams”?

Or is love doing all of the fantasy-world things to make someone of the opposite sex happy to wake up and see the next day?

Is love feeding each other wedding cake fresh off of the wedding knife?

Or is love doing all the things that you can for someone you aren’t ever going to date just for them to find some peace within his/her life?

I have my own definitions of love. The only problem is that they are all of the above.

So, tell me: what is love?

I’m  just asking because I would like to hear/read your answer.

‘Nuff Said and ‘Nuff Respect!!!

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