AMORE MORIENS

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 AMORE MORIENS
GOLDEN RULE BY NORMAN ROCKWELL ,1961

Amor , love , is aisthesis in its purest form. We hear the word, we feel it, and we live it. Everything that has life deserves love, and to love, in turn, is a fundamental part of the circle of life.
Love is a curse for some.... a curse as gorgeous as fire . For others, love is an Art Deco masterpiece: the most perfect thing to ever happen, the only thing that makes sense in this senseless world. And for some, love is an endless battle, for they say, if you can’t fight for your love, why love at all?
For the longest time, it has been love , and love alone , that has held the entire living realm together. Whether man or animal, it is love: the love we receive from our parents, the love we choose to spend our lives with, and the love we share within our communities and with the world as a whole. Love has always been the red thread tying us all together, connecting every one of us.
But what if the thread that once held us together is fading...fading as though it never existed ? What if the love we once experienced and shared with one another is quietly fading, dissolving in the background without us noticing? A love that now survives only in poems, stories, and paintings....no longer animate, no longer lived.
What have we come to? What does love mean to us as a community after all the battles we fought against prejudice .. battles we believed love had won? What have we truly become? When it comes to romantic love, has finding something genuine become a privilege rather than a hope? And why does love taste as bitter in families as morning coffee left too long on the stove?
Why do we insist on naming one human being superior and another inferior? Why have we labelled brown and Black as dirty, as barbaric? What truly made them “barbaric” in the first place? Was it their culture because it differed from yours, or was it simply the color of their skin?
Why is it that cultural minorities are so often framed as the center of society’s problems, while the minority that holds more than half of the world’s wealth is rarely questioned, rarely blamed, rarely named?
Did we forget that we are all destined for the same earth, buried beneath the same soil, returned equally to it? Somewhere along the way, we lost that humility that made us humans .
When did cheating become normalized? When did flings become excusable, even celebrated? At what point did love become so disposable that we ask ourselves whether it was love at all?
Why are there so many broken homes now, homes that raise broken children? Homes that abandon the sick and elderly . All of them crave only one thing and that is love and love only …. But they are met with anything and everything but love.
The truth is, love is not dead yet. If it were, we would not exist, would we? I do not think so. Love still lives among us, but the problem is that the love we share is becoming less. Do I dare blame anyone? No, I do not. In this fast paced world, we are trained to be self centered, and most of us are simply trying to survive.
But have you ever imagined a life without people? A world without human connection ? It would be a dystopian nightmare. It is through the love we share as a community that we grow, that we learn values worth cherishing, and that we laugh out loud like children, even when we are old, with nothing but gummies left.
Love is built on loyalty, sacrifice, kindness, empathy, respect, and affection . People love each other in their own different ways and honestly it just makes it even more beautiful and precious.. So yes, love matters, for you and for me, as much as the air we breathe. If you have that love right now cherish it more than anything and love others the way you wish to be loved .

Leona Biju, XII Humanities