Friday night I went out for drinks with some friends. We went around the table asking each other if we had ever been in love. Frightfully girly, but yes, that was our pub talk. Last night at work, while I was cleaning the pastry case, I was thinking back on this and had somewhat of a profound thought. I found it profound at least.
Love is the only universally accepted religion. It's been socially recognized for centuries. Every language has a word for it. It's the epitome of enlightenment. But, does it exist? It's such a common idea that I had never questioned it before. What if there isn't such a thing as love?
Don't view this as pessimism. I'm perfectly content with my "love" life right now. It's just an idea. Love is so undefinable. So circumstantial. So difficult to find. So aloof. Scientifically, it's a chemical reaction. Yet, everyone is looking for it like it's this greater being that they can only connect with through a "lover." It's like any other religion. Socially accepted as this huge cloud of cherubs, rose petals, and musk. Scientifically dismissed. Believed by everyone. Even other religions believe in it.
Is love the super religion? Is it the thing we're all searching for, but we get confused and think it's Jesus or Zeus or some other beardly God thing? Or is it all hogwash like rest?
What is love?
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