Complexity of love

A middle aged couple watch the sunset on a beach off Kochi, Kerala (PC: Myself!)

The angel and the devil were grappling to understand the complexity of love.

"Is not failure the essence of love? You fail to be yourself. The loved one fails to be the one who was loved as they evolve while they reciprocate love."

"Is it all not creation, evolution and discovery? Why brand it failure?"

"Because it is! So selfish is love that it consumes itself, constrains the ones in love from being the ones they truly are. It is a baggage of expectations."

"Really? Love is rather so selfless that it creates new worlds, allows the ones in love to flourish and grow beyond the ones they are. It is a source of nourishment."

"But it is such a transient thing. It changes with every moment. It gives rise to multiple expectations. It is so dynamic, fickle. Never stable. The adaptation, adjustment gradually robs you off from your soul. I am afraid if the price of love is the very reason it blossomed in the first place."

"Is not that transience worth it all? Like the essence of our lives which is transience. Love does not keep the seed a seed but nurtures, lets it bloom and flourish into a tree. Maybe allowing it to be a part of the forest."

"Honestly, does not love in the real rugged world constrain, expect and disappoint?"

"Honestly, does not love in the real rugged world also bear, care and nurture?"