Love IS the Answer

Love - (Inspired by I.N.F.R.)

Love is the most profound virtue. Words will never be able to interpret it. In my life I have experienced it, I have achieved many levels of love, I have lost love and one day I hope to recapture love again. All I know is that love is the highest praise one can give and the the most precious gift one can recieve.

Love can be found anywhere and experienced by anyone, from any culture known to man. Love leaves us wounded but love heals all. Love is all around us, sometimes we just have to open our hearts and let it in. Love is reliable because it speaks of the most humaneness that mankind knows. Sometimes it tells us what we wish not to hear but love will always tell the truth. Being deeply loved by someone will give you strength. Loving someone deeply will give you courage.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning it is a beautiful flame. Fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows, our hearts mature and our love sets in it. The flame becomes a coal, burning deep within and can never be extinguished. But as love diminishes it becomes a cigarette. Burning slow and dwindling in the wind, every breath you take, it takes a piece of you. Love fades and leaves behind ashes of regret. As the cigarette comes to its culmination, you feel disappointment and draw closer to the filter, which lets us know the love is gone. We disrespect it and throw it to the ground as a symbol to our ungratefulness to ourselves and our relationships.

Love is much like discovering a wildflower. It can be found in the most obscure of places at the most accidental of times. Unplanned but orchestrated by the hands of God. You never know where you will find it, or when it will find you. You could be on a street corner downtown, overflowing with people in the busiest of places, at the most random of times, happen to look behind for a brief moment in time to gaze your eyes on the most beautiful sight you have ever born witness to. You think your soul has recognized its match but in time you come to find that the timing was off and hope goes fluttering out the window. This leads to inevitable disappointment when our beloved turns out not to be the idealised divine figure which we adorn. The paradox is that we can only truly love each other when we also love something beyond each other.

Love when lost leaves space between, the separation brings suffering, we cannot stand this pain but this pain consummates our soul. We try to fill the void illegitimately but even the hearts greatest desires will not seal the black hole left in our soul. True love can only replenished when found again if the love is true, it will come back to find you.

Loves antagonist is desire. You cannot love what you desire, they are two opposing ideas. Love is infinite where as desire is limited and only temporary. Desires can be good but when it comes to relationships the feeling become degraded in the seeking to assure our pain we distort the image of love into inauspicious hallucinations formally known as lust. The essence of lust is to want pleasure and satisfaction through another but not to want the other. The soul's yearning for the unattainable beloved becomes the promiscuous person's attempt to leave soul out of sex altogether, diverting oneness into selfishness, substituting numerical quantity for the quality of intimacy and depth.

Men look for the imitation of love when their sexual appetite overtakes their innate omen which leads to women becoming an interchangeable set of parts rather than a whole. Women disrespect themselves and their bodies by giving off the image of debauchery, leading on men with their immoral behavior and ungracefulness to self in the way they walk around dressed up like Lady Gaga. Except instead of putting on a performance, they are the performance. Men seek for this and it becomes a vicious cycle of blasphemous behavior of promiscuous standards in which we dumb ourselves down to this so called standard you see in commonplace these days. Walking down Granville Street on a Saturday night is much like the image of pornography which butchers the beauty of women down to anatomical detail and men drool over this like they are in front of a computer screen like a 16 year old boy. Porn disenchants the beauty of its power to evoke the pains of love. We search for this because our heart becomes feeble and finds itself in a place not ready for the realest and most powerful entitlement known to mankind in love.

The consummation of desire is what we spend most of our lives seeking for it when we should be on the lookout for love instead. If we find love and it fleets from us, we long to recapture it. If we do not find it, we still try to recapture it because we have all seen forms of divinity in its essence. In closing, desire to me is nothing more than the unconscious longing for a return to that unutterable fulfilment. Desire itself is an expression of our mortality, our separation from the divinity of love in which we ache for the perpetual fulfillment love gives us and chase it until it return to us.

Love is the answer.

Erik O'Love'i Vesterinen