Love and passion for something comes when somebody realizes the benefits of its existence in their lives. It may be an activity, a moment, a person, a pet; just anything that brings a smile on one’s face. Such things will always create an epoch of beauty in one’s lifetime. They will define his or her happiness in most of her days, they will also create a memory of sadness. In my opinion, it’s a challenge for one to completely choose a single item as his or her best. This will depend on the environment, the situation or even the moment in life when one is in need of a certain thing or person as their savior or consolation. It’s absence will cause a deep pain or sorrow leading to hatred, negative attitude opinion towards something or someone.
I remember when I was a small kid growing up with one of my best friends in the village was one of the best moments ever. His name was Dennis. Each day that could pass without me seeing him was like a fight with the storm. We became so bonded to each other. The most fascinating thing about deep love or liking someone is that you care less about what the next person feels. You put in your best, you do the extra ordinary regardless of the effort put in by the second party; just to bring happiness and joy in their life if not yours. As years passed I met other people, I loved other things and life changed. His presence to me grew up to be normal just like any other friend I had. This not only worked on him, but also other things I grew up with. My love for them grew less as I tried to accommodate the love of other new things, other people in my life. My love for football grew to zero probability, I fell sick in the presence of other buddies, I came to hate swimming in the river, and Gothic lifestyle of hunting became my worse on the list and many more other activities or people. This was due to exposure, I was exposed to new people new activities, new things like milk, ice cream, popcorn, indomie, deep fried chicken and many more which became my favourite compared to sweet potatoes, chapati, cassava and many more in them days.
Sometimes the only way to move forward is to revisit things in the past that holds us back. Sometimes terrible or marvelous things happen to us when we are kids, things that cannot define who we are or who we become whether we want them to or not; some of us become stronger as others become weak. There is only that in the darkest of the nights that we truly see the light and know got sure we are never alone. This works in the name of love which can send one to the furthest of edges. Fear as a precursor to failure, love brings light, joy, success in one’s life depending on the level of its magnitude for the parties.
Love as a word has been defining change in many individuals’ lives. In its presence neither do the swift escape but does the strong master their strength. So I came to love many things. I have come to appreciate many individuals in life regardless of class, status or family history. My life has been a multitask in relation to love. For instance, daily I cannot do without my Infinix ×510 phone which has become my best friend in terms of depression and loneliness. My love for poetry categorically spoken word art, has immensely made a flush and glow in my life. With the help of my phone both of them have held me tight and not letting me go anytime soon. Such love is beyond definition for it has grown internally day in day out. For instance when I was a small kid my favourite meal was any meal that has got rise or pasta in it. To date, I have grown to have a deep love for the meal. My love for vegetables has grown low. This shows that there are other things that may change in life but one may still have a strong love for them.
Upon waking up I could not stand the presence of my dad. It brought me a deep hatred without a definite explanation. It reminded me on growing up without him, my mum doing the extra ordinary jobs just to make ends meet for us in his absence. But life has its course. As I grew up I came to realise that life is a planned fate, it chooses for us where to be to it will never choose for us whom to love or what to appreciate in life. Love as one of the emotions that is always positive one will always find a way out of the ordinary to find or love something. Love comes naturally; one cannot feign affection or be cynical about love.
Life is like twinning road, it’s destination is basically not definite but at least one got the hopes of arriving at a specified place. That’s how love and affection is. One falls in love with someone new or blood, the affection grows deeper and this can even lead to addiction. In all these the ultimate result is being loved back or having a feeling that your worthiness is appreciated.
I came to fall in love with my pet, a dog, his name was Rex. Daily I could wash him, feed him, make for him his bed and make sure that his gradual treatment was up-to date. We could play the whole afternoon to evening without getting bored to each other. But this changed when he died. I felt tears down my cheek but that was the end of us. Even though I still remember his presence in my life; rarely do I fantasize of our moments together. This is due to other things I have fallen in love for. New pets, new stories and life goes on for it never cease. For once I fell for a lady but as time moved, I found soul mate the person I could feel for like a day. She is everything to me till now. My love for her grows daily as the light of the full moon. For once I have to realise that love can be restored, love can be rebuild, love can be given an epoch of beauty. But at the same time love can be killed, love can be made dim, love can be demolished and rubbed off to non-existence. In all this it depends on how one views life and the goals of living.
My list has grown, my perception has changed, my stereotype has been manipulated for positivity. Laugh, love, learn and grow has been the epitome of my smiling face day in day out. Starting to my best subject way back in primary school to my best career choice, starting with my mum’s best meal to my best prepared meal, starting from my best friend to my best friend and girlfriend. The historians made and unmade, some buried deep never to be erased, as some forgotten in them days have come to define my personality. In there absence then my definition becomes incomplete. I love my MAMA, my profession, I love my talent in writing, I love my phone, laptop, pen, notebook, friends, clothes, the list is ending but they all share the same them, they are loved. They be the gasser in my life, reduces the blizzard of failures. My confidence is an overdose for I don’t bluff but my love life has been amicable clamour for free interaction, free togetherness, openness with everything in touch. Love has got no definite path, it’s never independent, it is a parasite to the host, treat it well and it stays forever.