Today's hypothesis is:
"It's harder to love as one grows older."
When you have more experiences, your point of view about love changes. It becomes harder to love somebody. In 'The Reader', young Michael Berg thinks what he's going through is love. I don't think we have the luxury to say it's not, as it's different for everyone. My friends say I never loved somebody or my being in love is always a mere counterfeit of the actual loving act. One of them even said I don't fall in love with people, but with their talent. I don't think so, whilst I think so. Love exists in various shapes, and every one of them is unique in itself. There's no real definition of love, but just clumsy descriptions of it, either verbal, literal, scientific...
Turkish language has the best lingual love option. There are two loves. The first one called "sevgi" can be called a motherly love, or love like in a marriage. It's tender, long-term, long-lasting, unconditional, tame; it grows in time, endure obstacles. Whereas there's "aşk" which is destructive, passionate, ambiguous in duration, drastic. It endures obstacles too but in an infatuated carelessness, a blind manner.
So when I said "I fell in love with you" you would never sufficiently understand how I really feel about you. On the other hand, for me, strong love exists with hate. (And when I love it's not love anymore, in other words, it's not a feeble attempt) Therefore, you wouldn't want me to love you anyway. So, I won't love. Because with you it will be all misery and complications, but never regret though. Regret is a sin. It's ugly and irrational. Digesting its bitterness is best before it consumes you.
Conclusion:
Love isn't something to be exposed to frequently. Because it can't be observed or controlled. And it's one sided in all circumstances.
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