Love lifts us up where we belong.
Perhaps some may recognise it, from a famous song. Who sang it, I don't know. What's the title, I have no idea.
One third of all the songs in the world are love songs. Or maybe even two thirds. Heck, even All American Rejects sing about love. What is love, if it is not all around us?
And what's this ridiculous obsession with love? Perhaps, I am infatuated about the idea of love itself, not about experiencing it. I've never been in love. Then why do I believe in it so strongly? Why do I long for it with every fibre of my being?
Why are we humans? If humans do not love, then what is the point of living?
Love is everything and anything around us. You were born out of your parents' love. The parquet floor on which you rest on was born out of the love of a tree. The house in which you sleep in was born out of a contractor's love for money.
Love may be an evil. It may be lonely, desperate, dangerous, destructive. But isn't it all worth it? Isn't any type of love worth fighting for, with all your heart? Albeit, the love may be out of deceit, for the gain of cold, hard cash. But it is still love, nonetheless.
A post, again, about love. About the greatness of love. Repetitive.
Yet, why?
Because, once upon a time, I watched a movie called Moulin Rouge. Half a decade ago, I watched it. I discovered a thirst, a thirst for love.
And finally, I found the movie back in my arms just days ago. And as I watched it, again and again, something in me reawakened. And as I wept my heart out over this tragic love story, that thirst - it was finally quenched.
The art of films. How can I deny the power of films? Moulin Rouge was haunting, vivid, intense and so very bohemian. And I cried my heart out for it, because I believed in their love so strongly, I believed that it would truly last forever.
And it did.
And maybe, that was what I was looking for. That something so great actually existed (albeit in films) and perhaps, one day, I would finally reach it, in the realms of the unbelievable.