Love

I found myself puzzled these days. 

I was told that the only function of the heart is to pump blood to the lungs to be saturated with oxygen, and then pump it out into the body to supply the cells with oxygen. I was suspicious for a while as I heard people talking about love and somehow they used to place the heart in the middle of this strange phenomenon. Therefore, in my head the heart was also pumping blood into love. Having a congenital heart disorder I thought it's just normal to feel pain in the heart.

I was told by experts that I was wrong and led to believe that I could function without a beating heart, defying all rules of creation. I was explained that my heart was a trinket, and at times I might experience pain. After solemnly swearing in oath that I shall keep my heart only as a decoration, I was given some Paracetamol and released on parole. 

After years of good practice I found myself lacking happiness and decided to ask another expert opinion. I was diagnosed with severe lack of love for oneself. I smiled and said to myself ' I ain't stupid, I can google that!' the plan was easy but Google somehow managed to ruin my assignment so, I successfully failed. I was given another challenge was asked to find the  definition of

 love. I smirked as I knew this time I would easily pass. I no longer trusted Google so I turned to the other must trusted guide, the Bible and found this definition :

'Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 

but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.

For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.'

1 Corinthians 13

I went speechless for days. Part of me what to throw this book in someone's face another part felt I was robbed the most precious gift life has to offer. Maybe, I had love, but was it real love if it's no longer here? Maybe, I felt love but it is was true why can't I remember it? Sadness flooded my eyes.

' Love is patient' something inside me said. I decided to be patient

TBC