Waterfall or the ocean?
I like the English expression “falling in love” because it very well explains what happens – people do “fall” in love (just the opposite of growing into). Love, when we fall into it seem to be more intense, powerful, sparkling and also painful – the great play of hormones that make us druggy… oh, how people love it! Surely this kind of fireworks of feelings is a rich material for arts and discussions, that is why it has been cultivated throughout centuries, especially in the Western world.
And yet I would claim that this is not love.
Love is the something that grows into infinity, something so deep and steady, so alive and majestic, so flowing and playful…
I would compare falling in love with the waterfall, which is exiting and fascinating, but you jump into it and -most probably -get injured or die. Or land into a quiet waters which bores you.
I would compare the true LOVE with the ocean, so vast and powerful, so dignified and all-perwading. You can swim or ride the waves, you can dive or lay down on it – you are always inside the ocean, that is nourishing and caring unconditionally…
And how do you see it?