Probing Love: An Attempt to Explore Its Nub In literary fashion here goes an attempt, albeit otiose, to make sense of this feeling called LOVE. My mind endeavors to grope for words to capture its essence. A feeble bid this may turn out, yet strive I shall, no matter the outcome, for every fiber of my being is a hapless victim of its power. A study of contrasts, this thing may seem: It rewards yet castigates Soothes but torments It gratifies yet dissatisfies Delights but infuriates Despite its paradoxes, a thought emerges: These seeming contradictions may have been woven from the same fabric, coalescing to create an amazing amalgamation of feelings. This, then, is where its beauty lies - where there are convergences of opposing elements from both ends of the emotional spectrum, fashioning an interlace of exquisite sensations, an interplay of parts unrelated to fuse a complex whole. Prodigious, to say the least, for how can one truly measure the enormousness of its meaning? I take a cautious plunge, drown in its ocean of bliss, engulfed by the mighty expanse of its domain. It takes me in, I get lost. Recklessly I get effervescent, reveling in the swim, wantonly, utterly clueless of what fate awaits me, oblivious to the perils beyond the briny.
Posted on: Mon, 16 Sep 2013 12:19:49 +0000
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