When Love Comes A-Knockin’

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People in love always hope that this time it will be true/ weheartit.com

It’s been known as one of the terrains that’s hardest to negotiate – love. Both the entrance and the exit are hard to figure out. It’s been said that very few come out and up that quarter unscathed. Most, actually, emerge from the encounter all bruised and battered or, beaten black and blue. Recovery usually takes time and no remedy for the affliction has, so far, been discovered.

It’s a little trite, but  love has often been likened to a thief who has a way of coming in unexpected. It visits us when we are least prepared. When we are most vulnerable, it attacks fiercely and leaves us defenseless. We’ve no clue as to what hit us and what bit us hardest. But sometimes, very much like the coming of the Siberian winds, it does bother to announce itself and knock.  It broadcasts its approach. Say, it makes prior declaration. And the few times that it does, are we then ready? Have we ever been ready to receive it and let in? Into our lives and living? Into the very core of our weary, boring and run-of-the-mill existence? We can try. We very well can. Sometimes, we even do.

Being in love is a condition. Of course, others tag it with terms like malady, suffering and in some cases, infamy. Infamy is a big word and I would rather stay away from that. Only a person who is extremely famous or unquestionably notorious has the rightful claim to the term. And the other party, the one for whom this notable person has fallen in love with, has to be interesting. Their liaison has to have a different flavor, a quite sticky situation to begin with and the whole thing – if it were to prosper or to end – must create waves and not just your ordinary ripples.

So, we’re ordinary folks, given to our ordinary ways, worries and whims. We fall. We fall just as well or just as badly. Once, twice or thrice in our humdrum existence, we come across this trap. We enmesh ourselves into it deeply and grandly, challenged by the miscalculated anticipated outcome and deluded by our own capabilities to make things happen, to charm our way into the other person’s heart. To be a significant part of this other person’s world. To become a star in his or her eyes. To become the center of that person’s universe: for once. So, we proceed. Some people say, blindly. Some say, with abandon. Others say, unaware – simply subjective, a little tender in some parts, a little soft.

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Courtship is a dance/ shutterstock.com

What happens? We do the dance, of course. We go through the rituals – the endless exchange of messages, the light touching phase and the unspoken sending and receiving of signals to and fro. Back and forth, like our very lives depended on it. Like yesterday did not happen. Like the future can only be carved out if this affair materialized. Like everything begins today. Today, civilization will be founded upon the basis of boundless love. The two of you will commence it.

That’s love. That’s how it goes. Two people acting and reenacting the rites gone through by their ancestors for thousands of years. Performing them as though it were the first time something of this import has happened. All that dancing, strutting and whispering of sweet-nothings seem like supplications to the gods above, who are not all that easy to please, by the way.

These two creatures, unmindful of the hurdles, oblivious to social expectations and temporarily cut-off from the harshness of everyday realities, dare to take the center stage. It’s a dance for your life, your happiness and your share of the world. Nothing can come between the person and his or her love. There is only one purpose – to claim it. It’s a world to be won.

How do things fare in crazy, bloody and messy circumstances like this one? The silly way, of course. You see, it’s a little like a computer program. Everything there boils down to zero (0) and one (1). Yes and No. If it’s a Yes, you proceed to the next step. If it’s a No, you go back to Start. But therein, the problem lies. You get a series of Nos and only one or two Yeses and yet you still proceed like you are Bill Gates personified. Or, it could be the other way around. You’ve gotten a series of Yeses and only one or two Nos and yet, you call it quits. You surrender or busy yourself with another program. It’s a little tricky, see? And the culprit is always the same – human error.

Loving  takes the cake in all human situations. It makes total fools of the most developed of organisms. Some people argue that the experience of love makes us wiser or stronger. Or, wiser and stronger. Crap! It hardly does. It barely does. It rarely does. It may make people a bit kinder, a little more sympathetic to fellow human beings, a bit gentler. But if it gives us wisdom or strength, then we won’t hear of stories about falling in love again. But we do, right?

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Wouldn’t it be nice if there’s something to guide people by?/ mmpratt99.deviantart .com

We never hear of accounts, news or gossips about “rising” in love, or “winning” one’s way around love or “triumphing” over love – when it is again. It’s still and always is, about fallin.’ Regrettably, that action word connotes descent – from a high place to a lower plane. But before that, there is the word crush, another negative. When seriously afflicted, what the person usually does is to take the plunge, in gross disregard of the consequences. That is what it is –  a reckless dive into the swirling water or a hitch to forevermore. And no matter if it’s the second, the third or the nth time, there is no suggestion whatsoever of wisdom or strength in the process. Nay, when even simple common sense seems to be amiss.

The proof that we never learn from the experience, be the same happy or sad, is that every single time that we go through love, it is entirely new. Commonly put, it is an uncharted territory, a fresh ground to be covered and explored and there’s always a cliff from where to launch or to fall from.  It is a journey that we, mortals, take anew each time. We grope through its blinding alleys and dark passages. We are not spared the missteps, the getting lost part and surely, the miscalculations. Truth be told, we trip and fall our way, alone and unattended. If by happenstance, the fervent feeling is reciprocated, there is a plateau somewhere, a place to rest. Still, the bad news is, there’s no road map.

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In the love terrain, this one’s easy to find/ goinglikesixty.com

Wait, somebody’s knocking. Pray tell, must I get the door? 😉

13 comments on “When Love Comes A-Knockin’

  1. […] gets repeatedly broken by the same girl. After reading his love series, I was able to develop When Love Comes A-Knockin,’ an entry that garnered uh, maybe five (5) views. I hardly wonder, though. […]

  2. bagotilyo says:

    yung totoo? mas gusto ko tong post mo na to kesa dun sa series of post ko about love .hahaha

    galing galing.

    Minsan nga tinatanong ko sa sarili ko kung requirement ba ang mainlove?

    Siguro hindi requirement pero lahat tayo may kakayanang umibig at lahat tayo ginagamit natin yun sa ibat ibang paraan at sa ibat ibang pamamaraan.

    Lahat tau ginawa ng may pagmamahal (pwedeng ng parents or from God at maswerte tau kung both) kaya siguro nasa nature na natin ang magmahal din.

    kasi Dun tayo nagsimula eh…

    nice post :))

    • ahaha, hala, mas gusto ko naman ang series mo, sawing-sawi na nakakatawa pa rin… pasensya na ha, nakalimutan ko palang sagutin itong comment mo. malaking sorry talaga… ^_^

      salamat. hala, di ko alam kung requirement ang term, kapatid. but i think it’s inevitable sa buhay. and, heartaches, parang importanteng makaranas nyan twice or thrice, haha. para matimbang natin ang ating sarili at para maranasan natin ang magmahal unconditionally, kumbaga. ayon… 😉

      yes, correct! para kasing ang pag-ibig is an affirmation of our existence, isang matinding pag-reach out sa buhay, ‘ika nga. and yes, we do love differently and are loved in return differently, as well (ang habang English yata no’n). ^^

      nasa nature nga natin ang magmahal. di lang agad-agad natin natatagpuan ang katiyap. yown 😉

      where’s your new post? ahaha. 🙂

  3. Thank you for sharing this. Thank you. 🙂

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  5. 25pesocupnoodles says:

    naisip ko tuloy, bagay na bagay ang term na panliligaw (courting), dahil walang roadmap maari kang maligaw (be in a wrong way). aysus baliktarain ko na lang t-shirt ko muna.

  6. kolytyi says:

    We cannot even speak about several things related to the “physical”, bodily side of love. We cannot name them, because our words are either vulgar or medical. As a consequence, we cannot speak about the affectional side, either. There is a Hungarian writer who tries this in his novels. He finds, for example, works by Thomas Mann irritating, because he knew everything about love but left it unsaid and only hinted at them.

    • hello, kolytyi… so glad you dropped by and left a trace, thanks… 🙂 yes, love is complicated, dangit! we try to capture it in our writings, in our photos and try to live by it and with it. and how we fail, how we, often times, come short of it… others connote it with sex and fleeting desire and yet, deep inside them, they know those hardly commensurate… ^^

      ahaha, he finds Mann’s works so? i’ve to check, i got to read his works a couple of years back… however, i reacted the same to Milan Kundera’s writings – methinks he’s too intelligent and he feels so much, he only hinted what is love… i found your comment thoughtful… thanks. appreciate your coming by, warm regards… 🙂

  7. […] English na site, ang paborito ko sa love posts, ang When Love Comes A Knockin’. Sa ka-blogs na Pinoy, ang gusto yata nila, ninyo, yong post tungkol sa Valentines… Ewan ko, […]

  8. jmsabbagh says:

    Lovely blog.Thank you for visiting my blog.Have a wonderful weekend.

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