Some nice vocabulary describing love and such feelings

Another contradiction, the powers that be over the human condition, out of all the possible forces, pushing us into a multitude of directions, there is nothing
so strong as love, for which we neglect everything else that we used to deem valuable to our experience. It makes me uneasy this thought, thinking of love as simply another force on my consciousness, wouldn’t it be great if love were the opposite of power? More broadly, if we imagine the architectures of power that are imposed on us, where does love fit into that mechanism? Does it at all? Isn’t
it in fact that the artificiality of life, the grind of the nine to five, the addiction
to entertainment and the shortcuts to pleasure, the illusion of a free state, aren’t these all the ingredients that constitute the need for love? Is love perhaps an anti- power against these corruptive forces? The one part of life that is for us to carve for ourselves, as we see fit, as feels right. The part of our life that is not imposed on us but rather that we impose onto the world, as a protest, screaming that this shall be our own choice, our own free will, to love whoever we want as strongly
as our bodies allow. And when you’re with someone you feel invincible, because for all the nonsense the world will throw at you, you will fend off the forces at play together, resisting the temptations to corrupt the human experience every step of the way. For this reason, could love be the true liberating force of the shared angst of society? Or is this dualistic experience of freedom too exclusive to truly carry the collective struggles of humanity? Because at the same time that you are with the person you love, fending off evil forces from interfering with the purity of your experience, you will also neglect everything else you deem worthy of attention. Isn’t that also the symptom of a chained soul? Or if it is not then is lack of freedom the cause of the damage we inflict onto our existence? We have nothing to loose but our chains, but who chained us in the first place? Was it power? Or was it love?

Every time I write about love, or even think about it, with the vernacular that
is available in the present, I am disappointed, because for one to explain love with words, an abandonment of the purity of love itself must occur. It cannot be described. Because maybe it isn’t even the same for everybody? It’s something universal in a sense that most of us subscribe to the idea of love, but how do we know if the experience of it is in fact universal? In some ways it’s like wondering if the colour red looks the same for everybody. Is there a way to really know? Yes we all subscribe to the word, we agree on what it is. But are we really engaging with the same thing? And if we are not then what is the value of contemplation?