After a considerable hiatus, I find myself returning to the act of writing once again. It’s a moment of rediscovery, delving into my innermost thoughts and reflecting upon the surprising beauty that has unfolded in these past few months.
Love is a concept that we all perceive in our unique ways. We each hold our own beliefs about it, express it differently, and eagerly anticipate its manifestations.
Personally, I’ve always held a profound belief in love—a love that endures forever, a love that inspires one to write letters reminiscent of times long past, a love that remains steadfast even when distance separates us, a love that withstands any obstacle that may come our way.
As time went on, my concept of love evolved through both positive and negative experiences I witnessed around me. I found myself growing increasingly firm in my conviction that eternal love is indeed attainable. Yet, I also lamented the fact that it seems to have faded from existence. We often misuse the word “love” to describe fleeting moments of joy. We make promises to stay together only to eventually give up on each other. We struggle to forge something lasting out of our connections.
Why can’t we accept one another as we are, embracing our vulnerabilities and committing to remain together? Breaking up or leaving should never even be an option. If we, as the Gen Z generation, simply made a commitment to never give up on each other, everything else would naturally fall into place.
During my exploration of literature and life, I came across a film called “The Notebook,” where the protagonist, Noah, refuses to give up on his love. Without any expectations, he simply chooses to remain in love.
There is nothing more beautiful to me than that. Since the day I watched that movie, I find myself thinking about it constantly, reaffirming my beliefs in love with even greater conviction.
Although I have always been captivated by the concept of love, I was also adamant that it wasn’t meant for me. I didn’t want to delve into its depths because I knew that once I fell into it and experienced its splendor, there would be no escaping its grip.
For me, love is an everlasting phenomenon—once it captures your heart, it remains there for eternity. While I may not have been able to manifest the ideal kind of love, it exists within me, and it always will.
And so, here I stand, with a heavy heart but overflowing gratitude, celebrating nearly six months of falling in love and remaining in its embrace.
Let’s just all commit to stay in love. Commit to be the Noah in real life, shall we?
