The curious case of being in l-o-v-e

We tend to romanticize the idea way too much and we can attribute that to media. Every book, movie and song speaks to us in a cosmetic way about what being in love is.

We think the stranger at the bar will be the answer to all of our problems; or that mysterious co-worker that we start a new project with will turn into a fiery passion that will make us run away somewhere on the shores of sunny Italy.

There’s also a chapter that takes the idea of being in love and turns it into a capital mission, something we’re ought to experience, live, be absolute and life-revealing.

But what happens when we let all those exacerbated scenarios about love become our belief system?

We realize (or unfortunately not) that it’s impractical down right painful to try and live by the book (or movie, on that matter).

Being in love has many shapes and layers, depending on each individual. This is not a cynical plea for changing positions, but rather the honest plea of someone who felt, feels and will continue to feel in love. You cannot separate humanity from love. You cannot separate a living being from love. It’s encoded in our genetic make-up, as an essential requirement for survival, for passing on genes.

It is a plea for you, the reader, who thinks you never experienced proper love simply because it didn’t fit the pattern that media has portrayed throughout the years.

You most definitely felt and will feel in-love. It might be weird, misunderstood, silent, peaceful, secure, confusing, plain. But it will be l-o-v-e.