roamingcloud wrote: I feel embarrassed to ask this question at this age. Unfortunately, I have been wandered by this question for years and years. I don't know if I have ever loved.
I know that there is no specific and detailed definition in any dictionary of different languages. Every individuals may have their very own definition about love---I mean the love between people other than relatives.
By English definition: love is a a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
but what degree of tender and affection can be called love? The attraction can be physical and emotional. Both attraction can cause people have passionate affections even chemistry reactions.
which is love?
I have experienced tender but not very profoundly and affection but not passionate enough. Can those feelings be considered love? I really don't know...
Folks, what is your definition of love? what kind of feelings do you have when you think you are in love?
Thanks in advance for joining in the discussion.
I think more about the consequences of love, rather than the love itself. Speaking from a man's point of view, the feeling of love is euphoric without reason, a drunken feeling of pleasure that is not always warranted, since your system may be totally void of alchohol. Love manifests itself by making you feel smug toward the world, you're in a constant state of elation when sometimes sad things are happening around you. you often cannot eat or sleep normally when you're in love. You never question, when you're first exposed to love, which can make you fall victim to life's hazards.
And it's while you're ambling around in this stupified state, incapable of negotiating the simplest of transactions, making little sense to anyone but yourself, babbling the most insignificant drivel, because your sap-like brain is swimming to your earholes in Dopamine, that society expects you to take an abrupt mental one-eighty, and make one of the most important, as well as lasting decisions of your idiotic life...Ask somebody to marry you!
After which, if your aim is good and the lady in question has no brain at all, you will both retire to the darkness of a cloistered bedroom to breed, making even more copies of yourselves. Makes one wonder how we progressed from the cave, or, depending on your religious befliefs, wish that Noah and his crew had missed the boat.