Love is Simply Complicated

This should have been an entry about me trying to figure out love

While doing a supposed to be an entry last weekend using my almighty pen and paper (yup, you read it right, pen and paper. No internet connection in our home and yung pc gamit ng ate ko for her own pleasure) I arrived with so many questions about love like if it is possible to teach our heart to love someone, what is the proper way to love someone, can we really choose who to love or not to love and is true love once in a life time etc.

In my futile attempt to answer my questions about the thing called love, I found myself contradicting with my own answers. I'm actually in the middle of what is ideal and what is reality. Its like answering the question in a logical and ideal way but something inside me is yelling for a different answer. This something might have been based on what I had experienced and from the experienced of my friends. Its like someone arguing with my head telling "Yan madaling sabihin sa mga story lang nangyayari, eto yung sa totoong buhay". With these thoughts running in my head, I stopped doing the entry and figured out some things. Its really hard to have the right answers or even an ideal answers in matters about love. There is no really love guru or love expert (no offense to Joe D' Mango). True it is really easy to give "ideal advice" about love especially if you are not in the shoes of the people you are offering the advice. For me every love story is unique and wonderful, whether it will be a happy ending or not. We create our own story and we decide what to do. Happy, sad, pain and anger all of these are part of the package. For me the beautiful thing about love is it being simply unexplainable and complicated. We can arrive with so many questions, we might have answer a few but still more questions will come until we arrive with the "I don't know" answer which is the wonderful part of it, the "not knowing". In the process of learning, we will find our answers but these answers are only applicable in our own love story and these answers are often unsaid

Love is really a mystery...and an unfathomable one.