It would sound rude, but I wonder if a mother would suckle her child if the child is born with devilishly sharp canine teeth. Would she unconditionally love him if he unendingly slaps her face while feeding? Anyway, this write-up is not about a mother's emotions towards her child, but about the unconditionalness of love.
However hard I think of opposing it, I end up trusting the fact: love is, very much, conditional. We can tend to love only those with whom we are comfortable with and who would not hinder our ease of living (and loving). And also, in love, we always prefer to have control. That's why people like little kids more. It's very easy to love kids and owing to their innocence and vulnerability, are more controllable. The moment this comfort of controlling what we love is taken away, love becomes very secondary. A classic case of our experiences with irritating growing-up kids! If the social and moral ethics doesn't dictate us to be nice with such irritating kids, I doubt any of them would have any chance of growing up into adults.
Not just kids, my 'love' experience with almost everyone, kids to oldies, has been very conditional. The moment I feel unlikely to control my love on them, it became hard for me to continue loving them. The only reasons that stopped me from deserting them were social and moral. But are those social and moral grounds enough to garner the passion required for love? A Big No, in my case.
Every relationship, I have been through, be it affectionate or romantic, sucked the moment I lost control on my love towards him/her. Every attempt at my end to go unconditional, failed. And to top that, I tried to go unconditional in all my relationships; which discouraged me to repeat such attempts in my further relationships. Now, it's her turn. I have loved her since a very long time. We were going out together since two years. We have journeyed so far, amidst the expected and the unexpected bumpy rides. Miss Cinema, you finally suck!!!! And yet.... I Love You.
