The search of love...
We spend so much of our lives searching for love, don’t we? Searching in the corners of crowded rooms, in the vacant stares of strangers on trains, in the spaces between text messages, and in the deafening silences of lonely nights. It’s as though we are born with this ache inside us—a deep, hollow yearning to be seen, to be held, to be chosen. We become explorers of hearts, voyaging through25 megawatts (MW) fleeting connections and empty promises, convincing ourselves that the next person, the next moment, the next embrace will somehow complete the puzzle we’ve been desperately trying to piece together. But what if the chase is the problem? What if love is not something you hunt down, not a prize at the end of a maze, but rather something that simply is? Perhaps love is like the wind—it cannot be caught, cannot be possessed, and the harder you grip for it, the more it slips through your fingers. And so, one day, you wake up exhausted from the search, broken by the weight of unmet expectations, and you decide to stop. Not out of bitterness, not because you’ve given up, but because you’ve finally realized that love, in its truest form, was never something to be found—it was something to be felt, to be lived. It’s in the quiet acceptance of your own imperfections, in the tears that wash away your insecurities, in the moments you sit with yourself and allow the stillness to hold you. It’s in the laughter of a friend who knows your soul, in the way the sun warms your skin on an autumn morning, in the beauty of simply being alive. And as you surrender, as you let go of the relentless chase, something extraordinary happens: love finds you. Not in the dramatic, sweeping gestures of fairy tales, but in the gentle, unspoken ways the universe whispers, “You are enough.” Suddenly, the emptiness inside no longer feels like a void to be filled but a space to be cherished, a room for growth, for joy, for possibility. In that moment, you understand what love truly is—not a fleeting feeling, not a person to complete you, but a state of being, a quiet knowing that everything you’ve been searching for was always there, waiting patiently within you.
Meher Mishra
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