What Is Love?

What exactly is love and why do we care so much about it?  I understand lust.  I understand desire, but love?  I don't actually think that it's a real thing.

Can love be explained?  Can it be shown?  Can it be taught?  Can it be touched, seen, heard, smelled, or tasted?

They say it can be felt, but it feels different for everyone.  Sounds like something made up to me.

Imagine that I told you, that there is this thing called renk.

You can't tell renk exists using your senses.  People will tell you that they can feel it, but they can't really explain renk, other than it feels really good when you have it.

No one else can corroborate those feelings, it's just something you have to figure out on your own.  You have to define what renk means to you.

You basically have to make it up in your head, what renk is and run with it.  The you start telling people that you renk them, and they will understand what you mean, when you open a door for them, or take them to a movie.

You have to trust me, they'll feel it after you make renk with them.  When you renk with someone, you create a new being, and since that new being is part of the renk that you shared, you must renk that new being or else you're a terrible person.

Renk runs the world, and yet no one can see it.  It's rather magical.

Sounds stupid.  Because it's make believe.

It seems to me like another distraction.  Another way to believe that this life is more than just trying to move the human race forward.  Renk and love, these things mean nothing in the grand scheme of things.

If you believe in heaven, must you LOVE in order to get there?  Do you have to prove your love to God, even though there is NO WAY to prove it?  It's impossible.

Since it's different for everyone, what if what you felt as love was the wrong thing?  What if you were actually feeling something else entirely that also has no explanation?

You can't explain a feeling.  I can't feel your words.

You say you get tingles, you say it hurts your heart when you lose it, you say that it motivates you.

Mint soap tingles, losing a job that pays well and you enjoy hearts your heart, money can motivate you.

Must be love...

No one can describe it, explain it, sense it or in any other way prove that it exists.  So why do we try so hard our entire lives to get this imaginary thing?

Just make it up in your mind what you want it to be, and live a happy life.  Stop telling people that you love them and looking for a similar response.

If you enjoy their company, tell them that.  If you enjoy the conversations, the intimacy (sexual or otherwise) or the work that you do together, then tell them.

If you enjoy having the same goals and working together to get there, let them know.  If you like being with them all of the time and would do anything for them, make sure that they know it.  But stop saying "I love you."  That has no meaning.

That says nothing to them about how you feel.

Imagine that their version of "love" is a completely different thing than yours. Imagine that their version of love is being able to laugh together, and yours is having sex.  You tell them that you love them and expect them to have sex with you and they're expecting to have a good time and laugh.

You'd look pretty dumb in that situation.  Might as well tell them that you renk them...