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#45: It’s in the air. Yup, it’s love.


Post of February. The month that we remember for a date, the 14th. And posting on leap day should contain the equivalent data of other three years. (On the note it should balance the last boring and lengthy Ghost/Soul fame scientific horror post…!!!) So here we go. This post is actually sequel of the post #38:  Friends, Life, Dreams and… and here is the aftermath of and… (The remaining fourth, last and most important element) #45: It’s in the air. Yup, it’s love.

What to write? Too much literature is available on love and all have failed to exemplify it too. It’s not just biochemistry of hormones. It’s a bit more. It’s not a subject to study yet it’s an unrevealed… I guess I’m doing what others have done by far so let’s not go into the structural behavior of love and the assumptions and presumptions associated with it. Let’s just feel the feel of love. Feel… Perhaps it is what love is meant for. But post #38:  Friends, Life, Dreams and… was written to relate the commonly uncommon elements. Taking some words of that post to simplify things: “Concepting (Verb of Concept: Grammatically wrong word) says Life has Friends and Dreams within. On the other side Friends also have Life and Dreams and Dreams can Have Friends, Life and even the things that don’t exist. Naturally Dreams are more powerful. They posses more attribute. But you’re not “dream.” You’re a normal Human Being. (Not all of you.) And you posses Life, Friends, Dreams… They are competitive yet not rivals. Ask yourself to let go one for another. Like, sacrificing your dreams for your life what a middleclass individual does for daily basis, giving up your life for your friend what a friend can only realize or Letting go a friend for his/her dream which also only a friend can realize. These all are multiplied together with synergy effect. (And best example is the category this belongs to: D’s. Love you Guys.) They complete and complement each other with the fourth 25% share holder co-ordinate.” is what I had written there. The remaining element (what I said comes after and…) is Love. Let’s relate this one with other three…

Going by pattern does love possesses friends, life and dreams? Or next point was to let go one for another. Can love be that element for what you can sacrifice other elements? Answer to both questions is yes. Love does possess friends. Lovers can’t be lovers if they aren’t friends. Love does possess life and simple as that for dreams too. Same way it is self explanatory for second question too. So this is it. As I said earlier I didn’t aim to write a theorem on love but just wanted to validate its weight which is equal to other three so that I can bring the earlier unfinished post to the climax. Nothing more to write and no more expert advices needed to be given on love. Everyone who does it, does it with expertise. Keep enjoying all four and keep loving and reading Random Strokes. Love – DJ.
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