The Question of Love

Another thing about hate, why do you hate the person you love? How is hate even possible when you love someone, especially deeply? Does it come to a point where you can’t feel any stronger in the positive emotion and it turns to hate as an escape and expression of love? Or is hate simply what we’ve come to known and associate it with? How does that explain the matter of divorce? How can one simply become so infuriated with the one they love? And yet do they not make you smile? If not for what you hate them for, but for what you love?

And why do we love the flaws? Is it because the flaws of the human race are what makes us us? What makes us unique, special, memorable? Why do we love what we hate most about who they are? How can we ever learn to love someone so opposite our self and at the same time a couple, say across the world, loves their perfect twin?

I fear I am too curious on this subject. And I fear that I will never have an answer, despite all the searching I conduct. It’s sad to think that not one person on this earth will ever be able to truly understand the meaning of love. That is in itself a question, though. How can we be so satisfied to be unenlightened in the ways of love and yet yearn to know so badly what exactly it is? I guess no one shall ever know, and that is what God intended for us. Else we might get bored, if we were not searching to the meaning of something or another.