I wanted to write a post that negates an earlier post I'd written.

About - what else - love!!

The Love Theory - Revisited...

So, my earlier conclusion on love was that it is just an emotion that is fueled by circumstance and closeness, and can potentially happen with any number of suitable people...

My new theory scraps this premise altogether...

That the heart is an organ which pumps blood is a scientific fact. But generations of men will vouch that somewhere in the cavities of our chest is a place where love dwells. It is in that place that we feel an enormous welling of joy when our love is alive and attainable. And it is in that place that we feel a constricting tightness and a physical pain when our love is hurt.

Traditionally, we have referred to the heart as the house of love. Maybe it’s our soul, or our gut, or some kind of focal point where our emotions and hormones come together and form a delta. But my point is that there is a mechanism of some sort within us that regulates love. And maybe this mechanism has a logic all of its own. Maybe that's what explains unexplainable phenomenon such as love at first sight, one and only love, soul-mates etc.

This new theory has been the result of a combination of gradual realization dawning upon me and one sudden moment of realization. I was engrossed in my work and suddenly looked up to see my nephew and instinctively my “heart” swelled with love. And it reminded me that I had once felt this kind of deep, instinctive, primal emotion for that special someone. That just looking at his face would be enough to send love and joy and passion coursing through my veins.

Maybe it is not enough to logically choose someone, or weigh their suitability, or recognize their goodness and sweetness. I think there is a trigger somewhere deep within us that we cannot control. That dictates who we love and how much. That may go on loving or may choose not to love at all…

Conclusion:
Love is set apart from other emotions and is not within our realm of control. It does not obey logic or laws or my theories even. Call it magic, sorcery, or absurdity if you will; but the heart does seem to have a mind of its own.