What is love?
"Love was never existed, it was just a trick of a weak and a fragile heart that didn't know what to do until it finally fell into that self-righteous trap."
-PapaBison
  That writing was written by my cousin, i would say he is a really good writer (better than me for sure) and when i saw his writing about love, i was pretty confused that a guy like him who has more deep feelings than me, have that thoughts about love. So, i have prepare some stuff to write about my own thoughts on this matter. Still, he is a really great writer, but i have to say something about this.
  Personally, i disagree on some part of it, but i do agree where it says âIt didnât know what to do so its trying to find something.â Sometimes, we tend to forget where we came from, we tend to forget what is our purpose, so when our heart is at lost, we trying our best to chase on that âglimpse of hope.â For some people, itâs love, for some people, itâs money, for some people, itâs throne. Well, for some people they canât catch that glimpse of hope and the darkness stays with them.
  Love is a weird, stupid, and most beautiful thing in this world that we can do as a human being. But yet, even when we found it, we still have that naive way of thinking that love would stay forever, that there will be no goodbyes, no pain, and no sadness.
  This would be a very hard pill to swallow, when there is love, there would be hate and pain. You may ask, âwhy? You just said that it is the most beautiful thing we can do.â Well i did, but i also said that it is the most dumbest and weirdest thing we can do, yet. We did it anyway.
  This would take long to explain and i donât have any other way to explain it. When iâm talking about love, the first thing that i think about is my Mom and my Dad. For me, their love is the most purest and real thing i have ever seen, like every other household, they fight. When they do, i felt the pain too, because i see them as a pure love, so when they fight, i felt sick.
  Then of course, that is the part of love, whenever they do fight, they get it through together, so i asked my Mom âHow can you guys keep fighting over and over, donât you guys feel tired? Cause i am.â
  A simple answer was given by my Mom, she said âWho says we donât? But we have to get it through, when you have something to fight for, you canât run from it, if we think running is the only solution, then whatâs the point of this 20+ years of marriage?â
  And i stumbled, i never thought that love could be so hard and painful, never thought that love is way harder than making a bowl of spaghetti (please, it is pretty difficult, donât judge me.)Â
  I always thought that love is full of romantic, passion, and colorful stories. Well, it isnât. If there is ever a love like that, then this life would be in a much better place donât you think?
  My Mom and my Dad are a prove of âLove is about going through the storm together and survive from it together.â Then, i found (i think) my own answers to âWhat is love?â
  Love is where you feel the storm of the river, where you feel alive when you are not breathing, where you stand in the dark but you keep on walking, where you believe in faith and hope of everything. Love is an art that we paint through happiness, sadness, anger, and last but not least. Pain.
  Pain of suffering, pain of knowing goodbyes, pain of blindness, pain of tears dropping down your eyes. The greatest of suffering, when we get it through, we felt alive more than before.
  Love is not only when you feel happiness, love is when you feel all of emotions all at once and drain it down to your deepest heart. Then the next day you realize, this world is a beautiful place when you have love.
  And there you go, to be honest with you, i never have any relationship before, so itâs basically like you listening to someone who is talking about culinary but they donât even know what is culinary all about. Even though, i think that love is not about having relationship with your significant other, i think love is just a form of we showing our compassion to something or someone in a way that people could never understand, they would call us crazy, nuts, idiots, self-centered pricks, then again, we did it anyway.
  So, why donât i want to have any relationship if you may ask? Simple, i canât get through the pain yet, but i know one day i can. For now, iâm a dead fish who is following the flow, one day i would make my own waves and ride with it along with âThe One.â When? Who knows, timing sucks, but i know itâll come. When it does, iâll love her with all of my heart.
 And i know one day, my perspective of love would change. Again.
Tomorrow is a new day.
P.SÂ
Love sucks tho not gonna lie, and spaghetti is actually pretty easy but it takes too long that sometimes i just pull it out and realized that it still not cooked very well. Sorry Gordon Ramsay, iâll try better next time.