I'll have to take the author's word on this, but according to Eat Love Pray's Liz Gilbert, even people in the most dire of material circumstances still sit around and obsess with love. "Does he love me or not?" supposedly asked a group of Cambodian refugee women. I share in the author's wonderment... of all the the things these people had gone through, this is what stung the most?
On the flip side, being at the ripe age of 25, I find myself quite entrenched in the whirlwind of wedding season. I'm told it gets slightly less turbulent in about 5 years time, but right now, however, I am in awe of those among my peers who somehow have found it in themselves to publicly declare, "I will love you, forever." The cynic in me suspects that some of this lot are merely getting up there on the altar because it's the thing to do. Kind of like getting a college degree. But the cynic in me can't also help but observe the tenderness of these ceremonies-- the friend, who on normal circumstances I would (lovingly) characterize as an "ice queen," walking down the aisle visibly overcome with emotions.
There's something to this love thing. And while according to wikipedia, it can mean a lot of things to a lot of different people, the end story is kind of all the same. Most people will have experienced it sometime in their lives, and all people will have struggled with defining it. It seems that only after getting kicked in the gut a few times do we ever get brave enough to walk down the aisle in tears.
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