In class, we have focused on the two main themes of literature – Love and Death. We have focused on death for a while now, and since I am a young person, this subject doesn’t really interest me. The last person who I knew personally to die was my great grandfather when I was 8 years old. So I am going to focus on what the youth are supposed to focus on – Love.
There are so many different kinds of love. Family love. Romantic love. Friendly love. Lust that we sometimes associate with love. Secret love, open love, and wary love. We love our animals, and sometimes even claim to “love” inanimate objects when they please us enough. But which one of these are ‘true’ love. Are any?
I love my family. It’s kind of an automatic, biological thing. They were my basis for love when I wasn’t even old enough to know what love was. They helped create my template for love. Next came my animals… my first cat was adored by me, to the point where he couldn’t get away fast enough when he saw me coming. I loved him because he was the first thing that was mine to take care of – he was my first big responsibility, and I loved him for it.
As I got older, I found friends that I loved. I didn’t realize until about the age of 13 that it was ok to love people outside your family who wasn’t a ‘significant other’ but when I grasped onto that fact, I ‘fell’ hard. My best friend and I have a love so deep, I pity anyone who would ever try to get in-between it. She’s like a sister – only better, because I chose her. She carries all my secrets, and I hers. She knows my vulnerabilities, and I would trust her with my life. I think she is my purest and truest love – almost family, but not quite. A friend and soulmate. Someone I trust completely and whole-heartedly – and I would do anything for her.
Romantic love is a little harder to define. It starts out true, but can quickly turn because of jealousy, or un-trust. It’s immensely hard to trust someone with your whole heart (isn’t that a lovely metaphor?) and once you do, you open yourself to a number of painful situations. That person has the ability to tear you apart with just a few words or actions. And then there’s the lustful love mixed in. You’re not sure whether you really love this person because of their personality and the way they make you a better person – or if it’s just the way they make you feel when you are around them. And you can’t be sure which is which, because of all the feelings swirling around with the thoughts… this may not be the most pure love, but it certainly is the most exciting, and heart-racing. Especially when you find, all of a sudden, your heart has been crushed, and you don’t think you can ever love another again. And that is where Death comes in.
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