One of the greatest human fears is living, being, and dying alone; however, there is something that can overcome this fear, and that is love. What is love? Can you see it? Does one touch love, or is love only to be sensed? Does true love exist, or is it just a cheap thrill that lasts for one night? Does love have substance or is it merely a word fabricated as a way to justify the means of propagation?

What love is to us depends on how we define love, and how the ones we love define love. You can't chose who you "fall in love" with, it just happens. You realize one day, that a person means more to you than your own life. That is when you know that you are in love. Love exists in different forms in different people's minds. The word love, and its related words, has been created through out the time, but does true love really exist? "True love" is a state of mind, which comes and goes in people. The truth of love is nearly impossible to find, with the odds being about 0.0000000001% of ever finding it, and it's getting smaller everyday. It isn't tangible, it isn't emotion, but it can be a crutch for the weak.

The concept of "true love" is a shelter for those people who believe that without love, there would be no point to life, no hope, no God, no anything. That life could just exist, going forward contrary to these principals. It is obvious that love means many different things to different people and that to each it has a different value. Because of these different values, some people throw the word around meaninglessly because they know it is what someone wants to hear. They say that they love, but with no meaning or substance to back it up, it just becomes a cheap thrill. How is that love? How can people use such a beautiful metaphor to justify these actions, unless it was created as an excuse to commit these actions. That isn't love. They can use that as an excuse, because that isn't really love. They use the idea, the theories, and basis of love as an excuse because they are using it in a place of what they are really feeling. That loneliness and that bitterly dependent feeling fill their hearts, but that isn't really love. Unfortunately in our world, shallowness and this misuse of love are applauded by the troglodytical masses.

Can love truly exist when there are people who accept love at different values? People don't have to agree on the value and place of love for it to exist, but one object cannot exist in two places at once, without different values. By being perceived as different values it cannot own every plane and mind, meaning that some values are truer than others. Some people can search all of their lives for love never to find it, and yet others can live a lie thinking that they have found it. Love is not what it is because people desire it to be so, and love is not what it is because of our day-to-day human interactions. Love is what it is because of the different ways we imagine love exist. Love and emotions are constant, because they are ruled by instinct; however love and emotions are opposites. They play against each other, but cannot truly exist without each other. Because of this relationship, love can have both a light and a dark side. If love were the most powerful force in the universe, then it would have the power to kill the living.

When you give your heart to a person, thinking that they would never hurt you, only to have them betray you. You are left with an empty feeling, and in a way it does kill a part of you. The side of love with the power to kill makes the people who would use love as an excuse weak. These people use it as an anchor to protect themselves from emotions. Some people will even use it as an excuse to take their own life, trying to escape their pain. This makes love weak, and in turn makes the people who love weak.

This is the power of love, and yet still people take it too lightly. Love has a serious power, which is too often taken for granted. Love has horrid consequences if you do not respect love for what it is to others. It is not always what you think it is, or what you think it should be. Love can take many different forms and can even be deceptive. One thing about love is for sure; once you find it, you never want to lose it. Love is everywhere and in many different forms all around us. Love permeates our thoughts, fills our dreams, controls our actions, but it still has no definite value. Of course, love is different for everyone, and this is what love is to me. No one can tell you what love is to you, because you have to find it for yourself, and define it through your own experiences.