Love is Untameable
Love has a wildness, like the wind and the untamed wilderness, filled with strange sounds, colors, and textures. It is the very essence of life, ever-changing, disruptive, dreaming, creating, and destroying, never compromising or seeking to placate.
Love and water are deeply connected. It’s like the wind over the ocean, the clouds forming on the horizon, the ships sailing into the vast unknown, and the mysterious creatures dwelling in the depths. Love embodies all of these.
If the oceans gave life its beginning, then love is the force within us yearning to return to them—a pull toward something boundless, deep, uncontrollable, and ultimately unknowable.
In the quiet corners of our hearts, love flourishes as a wildflower, defying boundaries and expectations. It is an intoxicating dance, unpredictable and unyielding, refusing to be tamed by the rigid parameters of our lives. Love swells like a tempest, sweeping us off our feet, rendering us vulnerable and brave all at once.
There is beauty in its chaos. Love cannot be cultivated like a garden, pruned and shaped to our desires. Instead, it intertwines with our fears and hopes, a vibrant tapestry woven from shared moments and whispered promises. It beckons us to embrace both joy and heartbreak, urging us to surrender to its raw, untamed spirit.
To seek control over love is to pursue an elusive shadow. It flutters just beyond our grasp, replete with unexpected turns and the potential for profound joy or pain. We may try to rationalise it, to box it within our definitions, yet love remains fiercely wild, existing in the realm of the intangible.
In surrendering ourselves to this untamed force, we discover the essence of what it truly means to love and be loved. It is the fierce roar of a lion, the gentle murmur of a stream, the breathtaking plunge from a precipice into the unknown. Love knows no restraints; it is both a sanctuary and a wilderness, asking nothing but our unfiltered selves in return.
Indeed, love is untameable, and it is in this very wildness that its true power lies. We may stumble, we may break, but in the end, we find that to love is to truly live—unfettered, unrestrained, and utterly beautiful.
