On Love: A Written Exam

Two days ago, I went to apply to a publishing company which helps authors improve their books. I applied for a copy writer position. First, I got an initial interview then I was asked to proceed in a very comfortable room, full of computer units. They gave me a more than 5 pages of worksheet, or examination questionnaire to be answered for two hours. Expectedly, the questions would all be about english grammars and sentence constructions and improvisions and vocabularies (the vocabularies are pretty tough). So I went to answer it. As I came to the last part of the exam, it instructed me to choose one question and make an essay on it with 300-500 words limit. And I chose this question:

As a jump-off point, choose one quotation that you know that helps you in keeping a certain value in your life.

And this was what most likely I wrote:

I'll be writing a topic that you all surely know about. It's a very common, perhaps, abused topic which everybody can relate with. It's one of the greatest thing that the world ever came to know. And I'm sure that by now, an idea is already rushing at the back of your mind telling yourself that you really know this-which I'm talking about. Okay. I'm not going to keep this any longer and keep you guessing. I'll be writing about love.

When asked what love is, I know most of you will come rushing and babbling the most quotable quotes or probably, your own little or abundant experiences about love. And I, too, have my own. I had always believed before that love is the beginning and the end of life. Simply, you were born with love, go about life with love, and die with love. And I thought that the poorest man on this planet is he who dies without love. I kept that belief for quite a longer time with me until I was suddenly struck with one question: How and what makes up love? I then found myself dumbfounded and speechless for sometime . Until it took my mind some years in an empty-knowing of love. I know I couldn't just make up a line about love when I know I couldn't prove it myself and neither even convince me of a little fact. Then one day, I saw a creative graffiti on my sister's notebook cover and a line caught my attention: I NEVER KNEW HOW TO WORSHIP UNTIL I LEARNED HOW TO LOVE. A line that answered my years of searching for a definite meaning.

I was enlightened. I thought about my faith. And my faith led me to think about God. Then I realized I was never wrong in believing that love is the beginning and the end of life. I was just wrong in perceiving it. Of course, God is the beginning and the end of life. And, we worship God. Thus, God is love.

I believe one can never comprehend the real meaning of love until he kneels down and pray. So it says in one of the text messages I received from a friend: "WHEN LIFE BECOMES HARD TO STAND, KNEEL". Somehow, there's still a connection because love is part of life.