The Quest for Love

 

‘Love is in the air I am just not breathing it in.’

I do not remember when there came a point in my life that I decided that Romance was not my genre. Don’t get me wrong, I love Disney and I have obsessively watched every single princess falling in love and getting their happily ever after. I have read a lot of romantic literature but I have never felt anything while reading them.

The thrill and excitement that mystery novels give me is missing. I mean Romance follows a monotonous arc. Two startingly opposite characters never meant to be together, collide by chance, instantly hate each other, keep colliding by chance until Cupid shoots an arrow and they are helplessly in love.

 

But what really is love.

Love: a subject which all poets and writers have been attracted too.

I also wanted to undertake this journey.

I too wanted to find out why love is considered as cheerful and bright as a crisp spring day. How can love be like rain, pain and sadness and eventual heartbreak.

Or love is seen as winter, waiting to blossom, and acknowledged. Love is considered to cruel and hot like summer too. It comes and leaves you in a frenzy.

 

How can a single emotion be so many things? This question left me forever confused and since I couldn’t understand love, I threw it of my writing and my life.

 

But why the sudden obsession with love and a change in my playlist and reading material.

It’s because, I recently contributed to write a script on PDA. How college students assess the subject of love.

And even though my friends mocked me continuously while I researched on this topic, I found out a lot about love during this process.

 

And all this knowledge, I am scared to admit changed me.

 

I woke up, one morning and saw the bright summer sun shining and suddenly I felt that February’s week of love need not be reserved for couples.

 

I mean being single is a Rizz.

 

So, I transformed my outlook, woke up with a smile, dressed with care, wished everyone a cheery good morning, noticed the birds chirping and gazed at the beautiful nature around.

 

I rushed to help everyone around, passed around extra smiles and seeing them being returned, I realised happiness was contagious. A bit of smile from your side can change someone’s life and be a bright point in their gloomy life. People transformed in front of my eyes and soon everyone around started to behave co-ordinally and came together to embrace each other.

Obviously, nothing like this happened, instead after three days I got tired of my new sugary sweet nature.

Love ended up being a sickness for me and sadly it was not a pleasant experience.

 

I realised that love can’t change the world as over the years people have grown immune to it. Love is like a pollen grain it irritates you for a while and then it is removed from your system.

 

People are so engrossed in their daily problems to gain a sense of being helped. Love is left unnoticed.

Its hate that gets instant response. We can be overburdened and stressed but we will always have time for hate. Try to speak just one bad word to someone you will get the double back.

 

People don’t have time to smile back but frowns are flashed for free.

 

I am not a preacher; I exhausted my goodness in just 3 days. I felt really overwhelmed being so good these three days. I felt like a sponge soaking in everyone’s hate, sadness, and depression.

Its impossible to change people’s outlook on life. Man is made to hate. I mean love is just topic to write on. It is expressed but how much is it really felt.

 

In today’s world even kind actions are judged. A kind gesture hides a selfish motive.

Well, its true when we give something we expect something in return.

I do.

Whenever I do something good, I want acknowledgment, I mean a thank you note is appreciated.

Maybe this is the reason I exhausted my goodness. I waiting to acknowledged and appreciated.

 

So, in the end is love just grief persevering. Will there be no return of love.

Love really a sickness with no answer and no reply.

 

But then we are not living in a romance novel where the answer would be yes (eventually). In real life you do good it gets unnoticed but at least you know you did a good action.

 

Self-love is the greatest of all relationship. Yes, ironic statement from a single person. But seriously, just think about it. How good you feel on doing a good task.

 

And on the way if you are doing good for others, just don’t wait for a thank you. Its you who is being a superhero and well its not necessary to reveal your identity.

 

Does my quest for love end here. No, I mean I still have to write a romantic piece. Who knows next month it’s a happily ever after story. Until then love and give love.