Monday, April 15, 2013


For ages humans have ached to comprehend the truth beneath those four letters. Many have claimed that love conquers all, that they would do anything for love. Yet some have searched in vain for that elusive feeling, for that touch that makes you feel heavenly. Does love really exist between a man and a woman? Is it perhaps a little overrated? Could it be that maybe it just happens that two people find themselves more alike in this world? Could it be that we are all too busy searching for an explosive feeling, something huge, something that knocks us off our feet, while in fact we should be searching for a more peaceful, silent feeling? I do not have the answers to any of love's finest questions. I too, happen to fall in the category of those who are forever searching, forever questioning the authenticity of love.

The only thing I do know is that those lovey dovey feelings creep up on us when we least expect it. When we have finally given up the search, that's when life catches up with us. Everything happens in its own time, I believe. There are those whose voice is the best music we ever get to hear, those whose faces we touch and our fingers burn. There are those friends we have had for a lifetime. Perhaps for so long we have dismissed the fact that they are actually the great love stories that we seek. We forget that sometimes the greatest love stories are born across crowded classrooms. We forget that we do not need to find someone who is perfect. Like any other aspect of life, love is not without its troubles. Sometimes we are caught up in things that are false, things that eventually hurt. Nevertheless, in the very end, love happens in its own time. I believe that if God created us in His image and likeness, surely he would not deny any of us the world’s greatest feeling. I believe that at times we are just so much in a rush we forget to breathe in the little wonders of creation. Sometimes we fall to the pressures and expectations of society. Many at times women think that by twenty five years of age they should have been married. Love and marriage are really just two different sides of a coin. Love is an awesome experience, and there will always be somebody for each of us, if only we can search so deeply.

Written by Maureen Songa

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