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~~~Thoughts on Love~~~ {3}
Oh, I am probably asking for too much. By fear that skeptics will exploit my lack of a justification, I have grudgingly decided to warrant that love is a feeling. We can all agree that people express love in many different fashions. Someone might say that a poem she wrote was inspired by love. Someone else who has never considered writing a poem in his life might claim that he proposed to a woman because he fell in love with her. And yet another, who not only has decided to refrain from marriage his whole life but also has a strong disliking for poetry, may express his love for a woman by making sweet, gentle love with her, Or by sneaking out of his house late at night behind his parent's back just to pay her a visit. It would be foolish for me to claim that all of these methods of expressing love are love. That would leave me with such vague ground to create an objective definition of love that I could sit here at my laptop for an eternity and still come up with nothing of value. It is underiable, however, that writing poetry, proposing, and lovemaking all spur from something identical--a feeling that compels one to do something out of the ordinary for "that significant other". I have no desire to exclude homosexuals from the equation. I am sure that homosexuals write poetry and make love and sneak out of their houses in the same fashion heterosexuals do. I am sure that they feel the exact same way about members of the same gender as heterosexuals feel about those of the oppsite sex. Both homosexuals and heterosexuals are compelled to do extraordinary things for whomever they are "in love" with. Someone would not be compelled to commit said extraordinary things unless she enjoyed doing so. This point is obvious, at least to me. Humans like doing things that make them feel good. So this willingness to impress one's "significant other" arises from some sort of satisfaction in expressing one's love . And someone wouldn't enjoy expressing love if he did not cherish the feeling of love that compels him to say, write poetry. Hence, love is a feeling of extreme happiness. .........to be continued
Oh, I am probably asking for too much. By fear that skeptics will exploit my lack of a justification, I have grudgingly decided to warrant that love is a feeling. We can all agree that people express love in many different fashions. Someone might say that a poem she wrote was inspired by love. Someone else who has never considered writing a poem in his life might claim that he proposed to a woman because he fell in love with her. And yet another, who not only has decided to refrain from marriage his whole life but also has a strong disliking for poetry, may express his love for a woman by making sweet, gentle love with her, Or by sneaking out of his house late at night behind his parent's back just to pay her a visit. It would be foolish for me to claim that all of these methods of expressing love are love. That would leave me with such vague ground to create an objective definition of love that I could sit here at my laptop for an eternity and still come up with nothing of value. It is underiable, however, that writing poetry, proposing, and lovemaking all spur from something identical--a feeling that compels one to do something out of the ordinary for "that significant other". I have no desire to exclude homosexuals from the equation. I am sure that homosexuals write poetry and make love and sneak out of their houses in the same fashion heterosexuals do. I am sure that they feel the exact same way about members of the same gender as heterosexuals feel about those of the oppsite sex. Both homosexuals and heterosexuals are compelled to do extraordinary things for whomever they are "in love" with. Someone would not be compelled to commit said extraordinary things unless she enjoyed doing so. This point is obvious, at least to me. Humans like doing things that make them feel good. So this willingness to impress one's "significant other" arises from some sort of satisfaction in expressing one's love . And someone wouldn't enjoy expressing love if he did not cherish the feeling of love that compels him to say, write poetry. Hence, love is a feeling of extreme happiness. .........to be continued
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