measuring love

I WONDER IF THERE’S A WAY TO MEASURE LOVE. there has to be right? a love scale of some sort. of all human emotions love is the most celebrated one or otherwise. and to be able to measure such amazing and abstract entity would be truly ground-breaking. if love could be measured it would make neil armstrong’s stroll on the moon look like discovering how stupid it is to pick your nose and eat anything that sticks to your finger.

is love really measurable? i wonder if it could be measured by the width of one’s smile. perhaps by the number of love letters one could receive in a week? the number of grand gestures one makes? by the number of roses in a bouquet or by the size of chocolates? the number of times one thinks of someone in a day? could it be measured by the number of kisses or hugs or love makings? could it be measured by the length of time butterflies could keep fluttering in one’s stomach? is it by counting the total number of i love you’s said or sweet nothings sent via sms? could love be measured by measuring happiness? how i wish there’s a way to measure happiness too.

however, love is not all about sunshine and butterflies, is it? i wonder if love could be measured by the number of glasses one could fill with tears in a day. could it be measured by how loud a person cries or by how ugly a grimace looks on one’s face? is it by the number of tissue papers stained with rhinorrhea or number of tear marks on a pillow? could it be measured by the number of diversional activities or failed attempts to smile? could love be really be measured by measuring sadness, and pain, and suffering or by the length of time one succumbs himself to darkness due to a broken heart? i have learned that love is the most difficult thing to measure because it doesn’t exist in itself. it encompasses almost everything.

a friend once pondered about the duality of pain and pleasure; that there’s a possibility that one could not exist with its opposite, just like one of newton’s law of motion says. i am not even sure that pain and pleasure are opposites. however, i wish the law could be applied to complex human emotions too such as love, happiness, and sadness. but the law is found proven and applicable only when dealing with physical entities: to concrete and tangible things that occupy space and have mass--matter. but emotions like love aren’t. love is an abstract in its purest form. there’s no way newton could’ve measured it, but if he did, i’ll bet my harry potter books that he was the happiest person in the world in his time. i wish he knew how and made a law about it instead. who would have thought that a mathematical equation could shed some light to one of the famous questions generated by the human mind?

somehow, love is equated to happiness and pleasure. but some equates love in terms of sadness and pain. following the basic laws of algebra, could love be equated with both happiness and sadness at the same time? but the more curious question is could happiness and sadness exist together? could it be possible to be completely happy and completely sad at the same time? i guess not. like a friend had said, it’s a cycle. love is neither in black nor white and anyone who sees the world in this perspective has intelligence comparable to that of a dog.

is love really measurable? many people ask this question. these are those who frequently ask their partners the question, “how much do you love me?” people like to ask questions starting with ‘how much’ especially when dealing with the concept of love and yet they forget to ask the more basic yet the most significant question their lips can utter. love is not a question of how much but a question of how true. i am not sure if love could be measured by asking how much, but i am sure that if a love is true, there’s definitely no means to measure its immensity. people who try to measure the immensity of true love fail to have the answer but those who deny that such magnitude exists and are scared of it, are the ones who usually play around, no idea that they’re already lost...

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i am no love expert. just a hopeless romantic single. crap.