WHOSE IDEA OF LOVE ARE WE CHASING?
Take a moment. Take a deep breath and sit
alone for a few minutes. Somewhere quiet; where you can gather your thoughts.
Grab a paper and a pen/pencil and write at least 10 things that describe what
love means to you, that describe what your idea of love is. It is not about
love in the romantic sense but rather the all encompassing emotion. Jot down
the feelings and actions that you normally associate with love. You can write
as many as you want. Go ahead. Do it. And once you are done, come back and
continue reading.
Love
is such a beautiful emotion. Love is a virtue. Some even go as far as to say
that love makes the world go round. Growing up I had surrounded myself with
love, romance and relationships. As a teenager, I loved reading romantic novels
and stories as much as I loved a good thriller; of course nothing could beat a
romantic thriller. I absolutely adored rom-coms and always bawled like a baby
while watching those. I listened to love songs on repeat and I fell hard for
the numerous sappy, dramatic series which would start out as exciting plots but
eventually become about forever love. Then there was Instagram, with its barrage
of posts about ideal relations, ideal partners, ideal friends and ideal
families.
These
posts consistently told me what any person who loves me should do and what I
should do if I love someone. Everywhere I looked I found bullet points on what
a good relationship should have and should not have. Quotes about soul mates
and perfect partners were omnipresent. Some positive and some negative. And I
am guilty as charged in that I saved them and took screenshots.
But
recently I have been trying to get to know myself better and in doing that I
came across a revelation. That my idea of love, the love that I kept pining for
and the expectations I kept from people in my life were all a result of a
lifelong conditioning. So far the conditioning had been subtle but now with the
gargantuan impact of social media in our life, it is more on-the-face. All
those movies and books and now these posts forced upon me this large-than-life,
impractical, fantastical and absolutely unreal picture of what love looks like.
The worst part is that in chasing this idea of love I started measuring the love
people had for me. I started having unrealistic expectations from them and
wanted them to behave a particular way. I wanted them to tick the boxes on the
checklist and if they didn’t I would become hurt and upset and start
questioning if they really loved me.
But
once I realized what was happening, I looked inside. I asked myself what were
the things that really mattered to me. After a lot of introspection and
internal dialogue, I found MY idea of love and what it means to me and it
really helped me become much more at peace because I was no longer trying to
finish some list. I realized that love cannot be measured and it definitely
cannot be compared. Different people have different places in our lives and
different roles to play and so do we. In each role and relationship there will
be tough days, when it is hard to love but that sense of commitment and those
daily little compromises and adjustments are what love actually is.
I also
realized that my idea of love is about how I express love. It is not necessary
that the other person has the same concept. So once you find your idea of love,
make sure you don’t try to impose it on the other person by expecting them to
do the same things and express emotions the same way that you do. If you ever
start doing that, just imagine how you would feel if the situation had been
vice versa and someone asked you to express yourself in their love language. In
fact if the other person has a different idea of love it is a lovely thing. It
is an opportunity to learn so much and grow together and make it a wonderful
journey in itself.
So now go back to your list and find out how
much of that is actually you and then hold on to it. Love fearlessly and
without hesitation and remember, life is short and love makes the journey
worthwhile!
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