Monday, April 03, 2006

In Spring

What does love do? Love seeks the good of the beloved, and if the beloved is not at a stage where Love can love unhindered, corrections must be made. This necessitates a certain amount of pain to be inflicted upon the beloved, until such time where the beloved becomes truly loveable. Such a process of Love can only be said to be truly altruistic and good for the beloved if the final stage the beloved reaches is not only loveable to Love, but also that it is the only way the beloved could ever achieve happiness.

Ramblings on Eternal Love... But what of our normal day-to-day relations? It struck me again when I was reading during the weekend that love always seeks the good of the beloved. A father may love his toddler son even if he falters in his first few steps, but ultimately, no father will be satisfied till his son develops the stride of a man. So Love forgives much, but is satisfied with little.

I find a great sense of beauty and sweetness in the love and attraction between a young man and a young woman. No, I am not in love, before anybody starts. It's just that recently I've noted with a certain amount of pleasure the simple delight of seeing a young couple in love, or even just a lone youth waiting to declare his love. Adult relationships lack the sweetness and bliss of youth in my eyes. It is ironic then, that I was telling my mother how I dislike the typical youthful freshfaced eagerness of youth that results in much folly, when she commented on how serious I always look. That exact freshfaced eagerness of youth is what, to me, makes youthful relationships sparkle with the sweet romance that smacks of spring in Paris. No wonder I smile with the revelation that my cousin is in love. And how, for the dear boy wishes to propose in a couple of years. Instantly I think it is silly, but of course, for a dash of youthful presumptousness, can I not forgive his brashness? if indeed it is brash?


I wish I knew what to do. No one else can claim the honour of irritating me so.

Woe and alas! And great was the fall thereof.

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