Some foolishness and a whole lot of curiosity
The word love reminds me of a beautiful poem, ‘Love is like a butterfly, it goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes.’sex and relationships Updated: Oct 20, 2009 19:54 IST
The word love reminds me of a beautiful poem, ‘Love is like a butterfly, it goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes.’
Love is like a butterfly, was also a 1974 album by Dolly Parton. Love in the hey-days intrigues me. Is love just nature’s way of giving that singular experience, which is plurally felt, thereby witnessing a delicate merger of two souls?
The transition from school life to college life itself brings changes in many aspects of one’s life. The change could relate to one having a new set of friends, being a victim of ragging or having a brush with that special girl in your class who warms up your heart only to witness a new spark of love.
So, what makes love conduct itself like a butterfly? Well, the reasons might be many which includes dealing with possessiveness, one’s ego or one’s jealousy.
By not returning phone calls or responding to SMS messages an individual displays an inflated feeling of pride by proving their superiority over their loved ones, which is nothing but displaying one’s exalted ego.
Sometimes, it’s an individual’s excessive desire to possess the loved ones, which results in exhibiting an act of possessiveness. In relationships, at times, a partner’s achievements in personal, professional life make such a difference that one of the partner becomes a green-eyed monster.
Whatever might be the reason the fact remains that instead of narrowing down the split in a relationship it starts widening, developing a crack and it is that crack which makes love behave like a butterfly.
Each of the partners then decides to part ways. It takes time for a person to come out of the woods of a broken heart but it’s only with passage of time that one comes out of those woods leaving them totally despondent and dejected.
A message for today’s teenagers would go well if one remembers the quote right, as said by George Bernard Shaw, “First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.”