All I wanna do is find a way back into love.
I can’t make it through without a way back into love…….
Back in 2007 when Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore in a movie called Music and Lyrics sand about finding a way back into love, they spoke about a longing that is mirrored by most people on the planet of this earth. The song is poetic and beautifully romantic. It touches a chord of our souls.
Like lots of other people i am also very fond of this song. It makes me go back to the question once again, whats so special about romantic love, that fills us all with a nostalgic desire. What does it signify and why does it hold so much of importance in our life. Why do we think that it is one of the greatest forms of love possible.
That brings me to another of my favourite rhetoric question, what is love?? As Neil Gaiman famously observed “Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you.”.
Whatever it may be, i guess the human mind always wants to attain the unattainable, define the undefinable. We all think somehow we will be able to understand, if not solve, one of the greatest dilemmas posed by life itself.
When i was younger there were a lot of things to do and learn, even though there was no internet and smartphones. Those days you were really thought to be smart or cool if you knew facts and figures or if you could answer current affairs and general knowledge questions without batting an eyelid. Shows like Bournvita quiz contests were not only popular but for most of us it was an aspiration that we secretly had. It did not matter if you were wearing branded clothes or not. The good old days, where reading was considered to be a virtue.
When i think about it, i feel our kids would not be at all able to relate to a time when we had to scour the books for information, it wasn’t available to you readily just by “googling” it. Nowadays, you are considered a cool kid if you have an expensive smart phone and a tablet in your hand, some free cash to spend on your friends. You are considered a geek or a nerd if you talk about education, books, or in general, gaining knowledge. I have nothing against this generation, it’s just that, materialism has taken over these kids and they do not understand that human values are not dependant on your material possessions, but who you are when you are stripped of those possessions. True self of a person is reflected when it comes to the most basic of things. Character cannot be taught. it has to be inculcated.
Sometimes, i really want to go back in those days when life was simpler and uncomplicated. I did not have to worry about keeping my phone charged or updating every second of my life on twitter. Today life has taken a back seat and the procurement of things that should make life easy have become our priority. Just like William Wordsworth’s idyllic wanderings amongst the land of Daffodils and the true enjoyment of solitude.
(Note; I tried to search for Wordsworth’s Daffodils on google and the poem did not feature in the first 2 pages of the search. What an irony)