what the fuck is love ?

What is love, we all experience it in one way or another, but we throw the word around so haphazardly that it's true meaning has been lost to us. In literal terms love would be the antonym of hate. Existing only where hate doesn't. But how many times do we find ourselves the oxy-moronic state of a love-hate relationship? And what do we truly love? I love my family, But I also love the pungent taste of lime while reading a good book. Factually, love is what you place above all other things. I love my freedom, but I love the power to control others, also. We often find ourselves in these situations. But don't take the time to force ourselves to notice that we make absolutely no sense from the third party perspective.

How do we choose what to love, it seems to be a prodigious burden that we carry without notice. But I have noticed, as I'm sure others have. And it irks me to believe that I can only have one true love. Will it be the woman I marry? Or will it be the children my wife and I create, and which one would it be? What are the likelihoods of my true love, being truly in love with me?
the only logical solution to this would be to select and inanimate object or subject which cannot display emotion as we as human beings have so eloquently mastered.

How will I know when I have stumbled upon my love? Will it be optically visible, or will my state of mind suddenly shift? And how will I know if this change in perspective is from a newly acquired love, or just a delusion created by a mixture of misbalanced chemicals streaming through my head. Or is that love? A chemical imbalance due to a sudden emotionally traumatic experience with something or someone.

In truth I do not know if I believe in love. I have debated with myself on this matter for many days now, and can only come to the conclusion; that love is false. Anyone can fall out of love, if you are separated long enough from anything you will eventually begin to forget what you saw that was so beautiful in it.

In a way, it goes against our nature to love or be attached. We were created, or we evolved, to breed, and continually breed, to populate our planet into or until extinction. Where in that process did we find it necessary to find love? Yet one of our carnal desires is to find a mate, to live and breed our descendants with. Is love what sets us apart from the animals of our world? Is love the deciding factor between man and beast? Or do our animals themselves love. Take the cat for example; is it love, loyalty or sheer instinct that keeps them by our sides? I am not a scientist, Bit I feel that our canine companions stick with us because they are raised from birth with us, and they know no other way of living. The cat doesn't find itself a life partner, we find it a mate, that they may breed with; and label it boyfriend/girlfriend to ease our own socialistic instincts that everyone must have a life mate. But if they were allowed to live by their will, they would be fucking everything within sight!

Maybe we should take a look at ourselves and realize that love goes far beyond our nature, and that we were meant to breed, live the same as animals. But we don't, we believe that we are the conquerors of the world, and therefore we are deserving of more complicated emotions. But why?