How do you spell ‘love’?

Love Letter

Love Letter….is there any concept quite as absurd as that of the love letter? A love letter. As if it’s actually possible to congregate your thoughts and feelings and inner absurdities onto one page, as if you can arrange them in coherent sentences or order them letter by letter to resemble something along the lines of sense…while poetry and plays and letters are certainly the language of the heart…I honestly don’t think it’s possibly to accurately communicate love in any kind of orderly fashion.

I therefore vow to forever fire my love letters from canons for the chaos and passion of literary shrapnel is so much more akin to the workings of the human heart.

Quote of the Day – Silverstein says spread the love!

“I will not play at tug o’ war.

I’d rather play at hug o’ war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.”

Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

Who was your first love?

Book Love

They say your first love is intense…and this is true. I fell hard, at age eleven, and have since been irrevocably rapt by the magical world of witchcraft and wizardry. Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, my first literary love, was certainly a real book and was followed by six others, each as exquisite as their predecessors. But they have not been my only loves…my heart has been passed around the library quite a bit, its strings plucked by the likes of Life of Pi, Tomorrow When the War Began and The Five People You Meet in Heaven.

According to J.K. Rowling, whose word no one can dispute given her literary crown, “If you don’t like to read you haven’t found the right book.”

Have you fallen in love yet? Multiple times? To whom?

Quote of the Day – this moment

“We are travelers on a cosmic journey,stardust,swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”

The Alchemist – Paulo Coelho

Happy Valentine’s Day, Mr. Darcy

As an eighteen year-old girl, I’ve noticed a startlingly common theme among those of my generation: the pursuit of love is at the forefront  of young adults’ minds. We are young, we’ve just emerged from adolescence, we’ve graduated from high school and now we’re on the cusp of adulthood with very few responsibilities but all the freedom to take our lives in any direction that we please. And yet…here so many of us are, pining after ‘love’…whatever the hell love actually is.

Love, I’ve deduced, is seen as a magical fix-everything power, a validation of one’s existence and the ultimate joy of life. And in part, I can concur; love is the ultimate joy of life: love of friends, love of family; love of children; love of partners. But the whole concept has become a little confused, in my humble opinion; the notion of unconditional love for family and friends being replaced with the idea that love is primarily found in romantic gestures, honeymoon getaways, dinner dates, kisses and hand-holding. We have bastardised the essence of love’s meaning, looking in all the wrong places (reality) for these idyllic elements of romance and finding all the wrong things (real relationships requiring real effort).

I must confess, I too have nurtured a wonderful daydream of being swept off my feet with a thousand romantic gestures, holding hands and skipping off into the sunset with a sickeningly sweet happy-ever-after. But, at the ripe old age of eighteen, I’ve come to understand that such a scenario, in reality, would either:

  1. never actuate,
  2. explode within a month due to a lack of depth,
  3. drive all my friends away with its nauseating mushiness,
  4. become boring very quickly,
  5. perpetuate an unfulfilled feeling due to (as with 2) a lack of depth or
  6. stir 2, 3, 4 and 5 together to form a revolting cocktail of dissatisfaction.

I sound a little pessimistic, don’t I? But I promise, I’m not. I do believe in this kind of love (in spite of all that I’ve just said) but I know it to be found in a place very different to where we’ve all been looking. We’ve been looking in our postboxes for love letters, to our current partners to suddenly develop a romantic gene or on eHarmony for the perfect partner: we’ve been looking for this kind of love in reality. Haven’t we realised by now that reality will never foster such idyllic little fantasies? If we want sunsets and roses without the nitty gritty aspects of real love, all we need do is plunge ourselves into the wonderful world of fiction!

Hello, Mr Darcy, you look dashing today! 

Want a wild and passionate ride to marriage? Want to be the one wooed by the man who never woos? All you have to do is pick up a copy of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.

Pride and Prejudice

Want 365 love letters? Want to dance in the street? Want to share ice cream in summer? Find yourself a copy of Nicholas Sparks’ The Notebook.

The Notebook Book

Want love at first sight? Want to be a little impetuous? Want to be whispered sweet nothings to? I’m sure you can find a copy of Shakespeare’s oh-so-famous Romeo and Juliet. 

Romeo and Juliet play

Yes, you don’t need to look very far to find an abundance of tales to quench your thirst for romance. Saturate your reality with unconditional love for your parents and friends and siblings and partners. Fulfil your desire for the cute, the sweet and mushy with wonderful world of books!

So, Happy Valentine’s Day, Mr Darcy!