Feelings are chaotic. Our monkey mind jumps from one thought to another, sometimes with no apparent connection. Dopamine, serotonin, and a host of chemicals can instantly flood our body. We feel butterflies in the stomach and fear of unreciprocated desires. We imagine scenarios in our head and overanalyze our actions. Why isn’t it easier? Because…
Admiration may lead to adoration, but adoration doesn’t mean possession. Humour sparks interest, vulnerable honesty creates connection, and consistent mutual dedication binds souls. Differences may create conflicts, but cooperative resolution builds common bridges. Giving up is easy; polishing rough edges is hard. Blaming your partner is toxic; introspection is rather scary. To love someone is to allocate time, especially when we feel we have none.
People say passion wears off. I say it beautifully evolves. Like the metamorphosis of a caterpillar, nature requires time and patience. Without evolution, everything would stall. Remaining static may avoid deterioration, but it also prevents growth. So, what is love exactly? I don’t know because…
Like our taste in food, each of us has a unique one. Different doesn’t mean better or worse. A special connection is born from the overlap between two definitions–mostly. Mostly because it also requires synchronization. Or in more poetic terms: the right person at the right time. Statistically, two souls are rarely in sync when they meet. But, like metronomes, given proximity and time, alignment becomes inevitable.
Like a symbiotic system, love thrives under mutual watering. Platonic love is obsession in disguise. Much of the excitement around someone new comes from our imagination filling the gaps. Disappointment is common when there is a mismatch. Mental models are not fair, although avoiding dreaming is impossible. To truly love someone is to remain eager to collect the missing pieces over time. A single-sided effort is unsustainable. Only mutual adoration leads to 1 + 1 > 2.
Like being consciously unconscious, thinking during a dream kills the dream. Like carrying water with your hands, delicacy is a must. Chasing love scares it away; waiting still makes it run away. You can play hide and seek, or jog aimlessly around. Although there is no universal recipe, there is one commonality: be ready when the opportunity shows up. Act genuinely and be consistent, forever. Because, like anything in the universe, without constant maintenance it will be gone faster than you think. Love is not something you find. It is something you keep building.