Love Space.

Magic. There is something about this word that strikes us with feelings of all sorts and leaves us in awe of its beauty. Don't you think the same should be said about love? Imagine this, Looking into the eyes of your partner, without noticing the corneas and not caring a damn about the world and getting the feeling of sitting by the sea, isn't it beautiful? Someplace where you can be comfortably numb.

Now that I have made it prominent about showering my unsolicited opinion about everything in the world, I feel like love is a subjective matter that one can't really explain or understand. Deep down while the core value remains the same, everyone experiences a different type of love.

It is like when Joey said, "Just because you don't understand it, does not mean it's wrong!", referring to the man-purse that Rachel had just styled him with, yet he still had a point. It is already impossible at times for an individual to understand what love is for them, so expecting to understand somebody else's version is a joke, but then not respecting it is rude.

The thing about Kindness and Love is that it radiates from you and this same radiation makes other people want to believe in it. Loving someone, should let you fall asleep in their car as they drive for hours, be okay with it, and avoid the holes so you sleep fine.

When you read the same book over and over again, you discover gems in the form of pages, feelings, thoughts, and smells that you never came across previously. Years later you also find your younger self's perspectives, and in my past how-so-many years of experiencing love, having crushes, be it one-sided or just infatuations, and so on, I keep learning a new version of myself.

Humans romanticize and find beauty in simple things, and that is hope. For even the simplest things, people finding their love for fashion in clothes, gardening plants, and simple foundations become stunning feats of architecture. Sticking emotions with things, may that be art, culture, or other individuals.

Well from the time medieval period to this century, and amidst all this chaos of love, we forget space. When being broken at all the right places and when you are not comfortable being anybody's anything, one needs all love but in a distanced way. Do you get it or are you still in chaos?

There is this irony, People in love can't find space, and people happy in their spaces still need love. People build walls when they don't get space, It's like everyone around you is leaving anyway and you are sad, but then you don't want to do anything about it either.

Every night, I try to change my entire life, and during the process of crossing the bridge between childhood adolescence, and adulthood, you learn a lot of new things and you grow on a lot of topics, increase perspectives, and unlearn as well. A year into this pandemic and quarantining at the start of my twenties was just a major turn-off to my "jawaani" at the start, but now that I look back this year, I see serious growth, at some points not required because then the meme, "I wish to go back to my 16's and destroy my life better" can't be applied. My point of ranting about love and space this time is to normalize it.

Yes, even though people talk about it a lot, they fall into unwanted situations by forcing themselves to feel some way and not actually be true to themselves or even the people around them. People freak out when people ask for space in a relationship, a parent from their children, or even a person who just wants to sit alone for a while at a family get-together just because they need to hear the voices in their head.

Why does it have to be something to get offended? Most of the time it is not even about an individual but collectively about a lot of people, things, voices, and surroundings. It's about hearing yourself for a while, although that might lead to 5 minutes of hormonal rush leading to an impromptu action to which there can be a stupid reaction but why not, at least it will be your own and it would be genuine.

I had a lot of happy-sad realizations this year, might have gone a bit overboard distancing things from my life and prioritizing a lot of space for myself. It can be very confusing at the start, you don't know what you are doing, people around you do not understand it either, and then sometimes you also blame others to escape the reality of needing space, but once you get used to it, it's pretty simple actually. You get to prioritize a lot of lists from your life and that really helps.

For the Concluding note I would say, take your time, take your space, sometimes it's hard to love and that is understandable, and I have to learn how to conclude in a better way. However Monica in me is really happy with the last sentence and that is all for this one.

Until Next time,

XOXO, Aarya.