Love...
What is love?

Corinthians 13 says:
"Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails."

'Love is all about giving and not expecting anything in return.'
Everyone preaches about that, but
How many can fufil and stick by that quote?

Challenge yourself by replacing the word 'love' in this passage with your own name.
I did and became a liar.
"Mandy is patient, Mandy is kind. Mandy does not envy..."
That's enough! Stop right there! Those words are false. Mandy is not patient, Mandy is not kind.

Love....

Some are so in it
Some are blinded by it
Some are fooled by it
Some live their life without it yet
Some can't do without it
Some get hurt over and over again, yet they are constantly seeking for it
Some stopped for fear of going through the pain.

Sounds familiar?
Does bumping into certain people leave you brittle. breakable and fruitless?
Do you fall apart easily?
If so, your love may be grounded in the wrong soil.
It may be rooted in their love (which is fickle) or in your resolve to love (which is frail).

Many people tell us to love.
But how can we?
How can we be kind to the vow breakers?
To those who are unkind to us?
How can we be patient with people who have the warmth of a vulture and the tenderness of a porcupine?
How can we forgive the moneygrubbers and backstabbers we meet, love and marry?
We want to.
We long to.
But how?

Love...
is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia.
An ordinary man becomes prince charming in your eyes.
Everything else does not matter, not even the consequences.
Till the road gets rocky, do people then realise they have made a great mistake.
Only then do they realise they should have thought it through before jumping into the sea of love.
Only then do they realise they have set their foot upon the graveyard - marriage.
Only then do regrets start gushing.

But what is the point of crying over spilled milk.
Not like dwelling upon it will help ease the heartbreak.
Bad encounters always come with experiences.
Experiences come with maturity.
Just don't make the same mistake again.
Pick up the pieces and move on.