Is there a bigger paradox in life than love? Even the mere question of whether one is in love can send convulsions through the soul. I go into the superlative because figuring out the difference between infatuation and love might seem as confusing as relativity, or as simple. The issue being, the start of both always seems agape. Of course, its an insult to one if his love is considered hollow, noone consequently accepts that its not love after all. “Infatuation is for the ones with less integrity, foolish”, say the great.

Accusations of being gullible in love are aplenty against many. However one may glorify the self as unique, another soul to be lost into is utopia. In this age of countless influences and self-reflections, the concept of unselfish, unbridled passion is panacea to everyone’s incomplete existence. The more one reads, or experiences extraordinaire like cinema, the concept of love seems the path to shangri-la. Then, in such light, do these accusations mean anything or is it just an inability of some to comprehend the breadth of the overly imaginative?

Does love withstand the test of time? … or whether its just familiarity that breeds contempt? Some say, many women are storgic lovers, where the strength of love is proportional to the familiarity between the two. Seems alluring on first thought, but then you wonder about the changes one goes through over the years. A theist becomes the loyal opposition. A romantic becomes a realist. Passions erode away under the winds of circumstances, and laziness. Whether one appreciates the mirror soul years later is obviously dependent upon whether it has been a process of self-improvement, in which case, you might lose the feeling; or in the contrary, the partner. So, one wonders whether stagnancy is the true essence and meaning of love, where both have come to a conclusion that they’re perfect, or whether they’re so inherently incapable of any such introspection at all. Hence, one might hypothesize that true love, rather, endless love, is a forte of either the saints or the intellectually challenged.

For the rest, the vast expanse that love might bring, might merely sound a trite after a while …