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Array of Chaos Part 2: LOVE

There are few moments in life you always despise, the
moments when you can’t interpret your own thoughts, you can’t identify with
yourself. This article is written in one of such weak moments, since these
moments are characterized by the fuzziness of thoughts which offer no such
underlying relations, thus the article lacks a unifying theme in itself and is
more of a realization of various unrelated emotions. This is second part of the article which has been trisected

#LOVE

Love always poses a pertinent question “Whether what I feel
is love?” But then the question is ambiguous as we can never clearly state what
love is; it’s just a word in its own, the emotions you associate with it truly
defines what the word signifies for you and even then this definition is
subject to modification for a person as well, ‘What we felt was a divine bond
few years ago may seem like an infatuation later’. I can never be an authority to tell what love
really is; maybe I still don’t know myself. But it is worth sharing the forms
of love I have come across which clear defies those ideal definition of I have
heard of. Significance of love at
different times in our lives is tumultuous, in spite of this, we never get tired of seeking love, may
be because love is an extreme form of the social acceptance we seek. It is
difficult to overlook the extent to which the idea of love, the unification of
thoughts, the intertwining of life, appeal to our senses. It’s useless to argue
what love really is, and its meaning should be left to individual’s discretion.
But one thing is for sure, no one is certain when they are in love according to
their own understanding as well, so what
most of us do is we make ourselves believe that we are in love, and may be this
ability to make ourselves believe that we are in love with someone is what love
truly is.

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I believe nothing is definitive and thus, I can't really describe how I am. In actuality, how I am to X will certainly differ from how I am to Y. However, due to concurrence of opinion a majority of such X and Ys (my friends) I am forced to believe that I do possess certain traits which is witnessed by most of them. It is indisputable that I am more serious than I should be.
I am dogmatic(they all say and I always disagree, which eventually confirms their acquisition). I am weird and boring(disputable). However everything mentioned can be false as well. It depends on how much you know me..and frankly speaking you never know enough.
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