Dr. Matt Marko Ph. D
So love, that inescapable feeling that lies so deep within us all. That feeling of so many descriptions and
of which we desire most in the world, indeed in our lives, and yet, so many the times is indescribable. We seek it out; yearn
for it, hope and dream of it. Chase to find it with ever fiber of our being, of our soul. Wondering all the while, where is
this thing we seek? When will it come? Like stumbling in the dark night in search of something that were not even sure of
when and if we find it.
It seems so, that so very few we humans can find the real truth of it and to even more amazement, to come close
to understanding it. To describe it, to place into the mere words of humankind. So many we can find but is it the real meaning
of it this thing we seek, or just the only way we can find to tell of something which seems to go beyond that of our deepest
Do we know of it truly? So much around us. The world and all its complexities and constant turning of our so-called
life. The existence of humankind in this the thing we call life. Altered, changed continually. Where is it that the one thing
is the truth? But we are blinded, confused and at no wonder there is such. As all the things that exist around us. To poke
and prod us. To move in so many directions and as it seems all at once. At the least a continual flow of so many other feelings.
How do we possibly filter this all through our minds? The constant and incessant input of all things and people around us.
The reality of our life’s existence. The pursuit of the physical and the things of life. Those things, which have been
instilled in us as the importance of life. Those things that yes are by needed to live in the world that has developed around
us. For our cultures and societies, which have thrust upon us, this way of what is life is supposed to be. And this in whereby
we/they have twisted in some fashion the path of our meaning of that life we seek out. Those things forced upon us, forced
into becoming what and how we must be in order to fit. To survive. But and in this, where do we draw that mysterious line.
That line in where we do see our true happiness. That place and way in where we search for and find that truest of love. That
Real love. And now after so long, do we know what that is? If we see it, do we know of it? Or has this too
become a mist of unclear thoughts that fills us. Distorted from that which is the most truth. Love. That thing of devotion,
dedication, compassion, understanding, caring, sympathy, lust, desire, need, compatibility, comfort, dependability, security,
trust, patience, creativity, work, pain and pleasure. Yes, so much more than the one single word love. It is these things
and yet so much more. Some so clear to see and so much yet a fog of non-graspable thoughts, feelings and emotions. Sometimes
within us so easy and still and then at those moments, such a flurry, a whirlwind of emotions so stirred inside of us that
we could barely contain it. Sometimes it seems to only drive us mad. And yet still we do seek this, that elusive desire to
bond with that other someone. Many so often to try and to fail. And even then we compromise. We have sought it so desperately
that we change our desires for the real world and the desperation of it that bounds within us. We try, we fail. And so often
in perplexity of the why of it all. Too fall, too suffer this deepest of pains at times. And all for the mere thought of it.
The mere perchance to find and to fill our heart. That need. That of all humans to fulfill what is inherent in us all. To
be loved and to love. To have to be that which we are to feel is the happiest and the truest purpose of our life’s existence.
Because if not this, then for what. Solely not of just procreation, although it is equally compelling in so many ways also.
But to share all with the ability of only that one person in the world to whom we can. The only one of the billions that surrounds
us. The only one with whom when the rest of the world has gone insane, brings us the light. That gives us the hope, the determination,
the comfort that can only come from the truest form of this union. This love.
So we seek it out with so much of ourselves to risk it all at times. And as it
should be. For far too many have forget or even have never known. And that is the sad thing of it. To forget, to lose this
most valuable thing. But there are those who do. Those who find it somehow in this world around us with all it’s complexity
and difficulty to comprehend. Those few who will settle for no less and as it should be although forget and forsaken by so
many. And at last in the end if we can see, if we can remember, if we can try, there is but that hope. And the hope to find
can carry us forever.
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