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Is it worth tagging FIRST???

Benjamin Disraeli once said “The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.". I can’t agree with him more, considering the fact that the emotional flow is so damn hard to get over that one starts feeling completely paralyzed by it, at least the logic is paralyzed. Now couple it with a lot of dreams one builds on the shoulders of the success of their so called first love, intoxicate it with the seeming impossibility to the one in love that it can’t be fulfilled in any other way or even by other person;

Result: - The person becomes so dependent on one individual that his/her individuality seems to be merging with the beloved. On surface it seems a very romantic and very real thing, deep down it means plain old dependency.

The ancient Indian philosophy’s single and consummate concept of non-attachment doesn’t mean not to love someone or something, for that matter, as it is generally misinterpreted. It actually means love something or someone whole heartedly, but when the time calls for, never ever hesitate a bit to leave it, with no regrets at all, at all.

It’s rightly said true love frees, but never ever bounds, in any way. If your love does that, then its worth tagging as first and second and the last, for that matter, otherwise, it’s just an error in long list of trials one goes through in life, ‘cause what worth is first love when it’s not true?

Comments

abinash said…
Well! Fair enouggh but you be in love or not. Dependancy is there. Man or anyother living being can't exist with out depending. I think the more appropriate word would be "self sufficiency". We degrade ourself sufficieny to survive lonliness, stress, agony and physical needs. We give in to our emotional demand (mind the choice of word demand not need) and forget out sublim soul. We compromise the "me" in us and we claim to be in love. My views on love is kinda Click Here this.

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