Happy, happy, happy end of April, my friends! I hope you have enjoyed your spring so far! Let's just say that my spring has been very...eventful.
Today's topic of discussion is love. L-O-V-E. There are so many songs, movies, books, poems, dreams, and diary entries about love these days (and plenty of days in the distant past), but what is it, really? I am not one to answer this question, but I do have plenty of thoughts on this topic. In my opinion, the definition of love varies throughout one's lifetime. From birth to middle school, love for me was always family-oriented love, the love that everybody has the right to experience whether they are related to their family by blood or bond. This is also the beginning of friendly love, those friendships that you want to last a lifetime just because every second with that person seems to go by ever so quickly and they just get everything that you say and all of your hobbies and weirdness, and they seem to love it. This love is innocent and deeply needed as a foundation for life to come.
The next level of love lasts from middle school to high school, perhaps even college. For some, this stage might even end earlier, depending on how set in your ways you are. This stage is often times not even considered love, but for me it is. This love is dramatically deeper and more passionate than that of the young school children. This love makes you do foolish things and it makes you cry for endless nights and makes you feel like crap, but you still crave for it over and over again. This love is like a drug for teenagers and young adults, repeatedly harming you but becoming addictive as soon as it enters your body. This is the love that is depicted in most YA books these days, except in those books, many of the couples stay together for the rest of their lives (or at least the authors make it seem that way). It is rare for these romances to last a lifetime and everybody knows it, but when you're in one, nothing matters. You seem to forget everything and lose your judgement and forget about other people and it starts to rule your life so much that when it ends, it's a complete shock. I know that I'm making it sound terrible right now, and the truth is, it's not all bad. It's a necessary learning experience. Events like the first crush, the first crush that likes you back, the first date, the first kiss, the first boyfriend, these things are necessary. They come at different times for everybody, you may think that yours happened too late or too early but it didn't. And I don't know, maybe you're a 17 year old girl that has yet to have her first kiss and you feel like a total loser. You're not, trust me.
The last level of love involves commitment, lots of commitment. I don't know much about this stage, seeing as I am only 15 years old, but I see it as deciding who you're gonna be for the rest of your life. This love could be a love toward another person that results in a family of your own, it could be a love toward the family that you already have, or it could just be a love toward yourself. Not everyone gets married, and that's the truth. Many people will be happy and completely satisfied with their lives even if they don't choose to marry another person. This option seems much better then being married and divorced so many times that it barely hurts by the last time. Love is a precious thing, and it should not be wasted. Do not throw out your love simply because society tells you that the only way you can be happy in life is if you find someone to be with you for forever. If you don't spend your love on another person, spend it on yourself.
Signed,
Victoria.
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