What is love?

What is love?

Isn’t that a question everyone’s asked themselves at least once?

I’ve seen a lot of love, and a lot of hate in my life, although I really think those feelings stem from something deeper in us as humans. I do feel like everyone you meet in life, either a friend or partner, you build a relationship with someone at all and it will teach you something about yourself. It’s the only way to learn in life, through being in the experience itself. That’s why you’ll see the motto “there is always more to learn.” Which I consider equal to “there is always more to experience.”with other people,

Before knowing what love was, I fell into a relationship that taught me many things about myself and what love means — and is — to me.

As I said earlier, I’ve seen a lot of love and hate in my short lifetime. Tragic deaths, fighting, drug abuse and violence in general has been around me for a long period of my childhood and through that I realized that love is an action, not a feeling. You can feel loved, say what they call ‘true love’ can only be shown through action.

I’ve been learning how to cope with my experiences of love since I was a child. Being raised with tough love by a single mother and going through the first relationship I had were some of the best and worst times of my life…

Teaching me things about myself I never knew and also helping the other person learn more about themselves. Which I believe could be love and hate in it’s truest form.

Why do we hate best friends, worst enemies and even our lovers sometimes? Why do we crave relationships only to tear them down or drift apart. What is love? Life? If that were true then we are all connected through a love for life. It gets me thinking that maybe it could be true.

I remember getting seriously depressed when in my younger years starting high school, I never felt loved even when I was in a rather stable relationship at the time. I didn’t think I could express love to others either, I felt totally incapable of that emotion.

It’s odd now because I have completely switched where I feel less hate and more of an understanding towards life and everything within it. For the first time I feel like I am enjoying my existence and am going to live on just to see what happens. It’s always been a motto of mine, because if you take life to seriously you end up in the same place you started. Depressed and wanting more out of life.

That was a rather heavy post and I wasn’t expecting to write all of that but it had to come out I guess. I’m sure there will be a part two to this post because it’s such a big topic and there are so many philosophical theories on love.

I haven’t quite wrapped my head around what it means to me other than in a few words. Trust, understanding, support and communication. All those acted out into the world is what love means to me.

What does love mean to you?

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I am human, just like you. I have been around for 20 years and although it may not be a lot of time to some, it feels like I've been alive forever. To cope with all the things my life has given me; good and bad, I've always been a writer. Maybe I didn't know or necessarily want to be a writer, but I was always on the creative side, not really understanding how different I was from others; I'm really not that different from you. To this day I'm still eager to learn more about myself, to improve and grow amorphously. I want to use this fuel of constant self-discovery as the direct source of 'energy' that can create whatever I want it to, making writing for me a healthier coping mechanism than most I've tried in my lifetime. That being said, I believe that starting my blog, The Existentialist, (all thanks to Wordpress and Bluehost teams) I finally have the opportunity and creative outlet to unleash my passion for art; writing. The beginning is never easy, and it won't get much easier I am aware. I can only believe in myself and keep my expectations to a minimum; I like to believe I hold no expectations, but they seem unavoidable. To whoever reads this, I'm not one to care about views or reads, I won't encourage/pressure you to read my work because for me, the thrill really comes from just making a finished piece of work I'm happy with, regardless if it is read by others or not; judgement from others is what I've feared all my life. I can only encourage you to have an open mind as a reader and believe in me as much as I believe in myself to accumulate the courage to start showing my creative writing(art) to the world. Everybody creates things in their lifetime, I am just another one of those beings; whether you like it or not, nouns (persons, places and 'things') exist to teach us something about ourselves. There is always more to learn...

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