How long does love live?

Why so much fire in love? Why the fear of losing? Why so much sesame sesame pain in anxiety? Why is it so frustrating? ('Why does my night go / Doesn't get close even when I get close / Why doesn't the neck of her necklace touch my chest.') There are two kinds of distance in love. There is pain for the one who is lost, he is still tolerable, but for the one who has it but does not have it, there is only the fire of hell. Let's try to see why love is so full of turmoil and anxiety.

Gentlemen,
You must have seen that the one we love is the first to show up but we don't fall in love with him. At first we like some aspect of it, maybe a quality, maybe a form, some aspect of personality, even something. Then the color she likes slowly spreads over everything else. Then we fall in love with that whole man. Not only do we love him, but we gradually become so obsessed with him that we lose sight of what is inside him. We become completely blind.

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When we are just as obsessed with someone, that is love. If we have the ability to judge or understand his good and bad, then we have to understand, we have not loved yet, we just like him.
Now the question is, why are we so helpless and blind to the one we love? Not just blind: blind, obsessed, hypnotized and destroyed? I can't judge his good and bad, I can't even think of anything else in the world outside of him?
As I said before, we don't fall in love with everything we fall in love with in the first place. At first we like one of them. One thing you must have noticed is that as soon as we like a particular aspect of a person, that person becomes a little bigger to us. Our love makes him big. He was one of ten people in our life, he suddenly became 'eleven'. He then began to fill the private moments of our lives with happy air. The more he likes us, the bigger he gets in our eyes. Growing up in this way, he became equal to our life at one time. At one time he became more than that, bigger than our lives. Consumes our world and becomes our absolute God. He then fills our lives with an unearthly miraculous joy and contentment. Life becomes honeyed, Honey is all the dust in the world. The fear of losing him when he was younger was also small. But as he got older, he became afraid of the stars. As a result, the panic and pain of love begins. So one day we had a little man in our eyes, he became our omnipotent lord and started drinking blood by cutting our lives with the claws of his hands. He takes advantage of our helplessness to make us his sure slaves. Like a ruthless dictator, he snatches away our blood-stained life at will. Deprives us of peace and comfort and burns in the blazing fires of hell. But all this is due to our inner fears and unrest. In a medieval poem by Govindadas, Krishna shows Radha to his companion. As he watched, he became our omnipotent lord and began to drink our lives by cutting our fingernails. He takes advantage of our helplessness to make us his sure slaves. Like a ruthless dictator, he snatches away our blood-stained life at will. Deprives us of peace and comfort and burns in the blazing fires of Hell. But all this is due to our inner fears and unrest. In a medieval poem by Govindadas, Krishna shows Radha and tells his companion.
ঈ Sakhi ko dhani sahachari meli
hamari jiban sanghe karatai kheli.
'Sakhi, who is that Ruposhi who is playing tricks on my life like this with her companions.' When God Himself is in this state, then we are ashes. Thus love takes us hostage. We fall into an impenetrable cycle. Every dream we have of him or his every touch with him fills our being with indescribable, heavenly, and burning joy that we lose the ability to lose that incredible blissful paradise. At the same time, it becomes impossible for us to bear the pressure of the greatness of the man who grew up like that god or the grief of losing. Fear of losing such a rare gift of heaven and becoming a beggar ends all our happiness day and night. In the midst of an unbearable agony, we lay side by side in a sleepless bed, almost plagued by mental illness. So the love that was supposed to be only in the contentment of happiness,
In this way, by raising a person unjustly in love, we call ourselves doomed. One day he was a very insignificant or insignificant human being, whose survival and even death did not matter to us, we tremble at the slightest fear of losing that human being. He turned his face to the other side, but the inside of his chest became restless with anxiety: 'Why do you look that way? But isn't his mind completely on me? ' Even when he looks at the plane in the sky, he thinks, 'Why look at the plane? But is there anyone on the plane he is thinking of? '
Suranjana, go there Nako you,
Bolonako talk to that young man;
Come back Suranjana: The
night filled with the silver fire of the stars;
Is this poem also written from such pain? He is so overwhelming to us that we are devastated to think of the huge loss of losing him. How can we lose the rare heaven that has filled us with so much happiness? That's why so much suffering friends in love! If that man was a little one but not so terrified. But he says big, the happiness he gives is impossibly high, he cries at us like this for fear of losing him.

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How long does love live? People say 'I will love you forever'. It is said that even though man is mortal, he has a heavenly feeling of personal immortality. He thinks his mortal short life is equal to eternity. But how long does he actually love? How long is it possible for a man to love? Sudhira in a short time. Love is big passing. She is like a spring flower! Chidas wrote:
He was born with a smile on his face
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The moment of laughter in love is fleeting, the cry is forever. Think about it, how many days do people live in love and how long do they live with the memory of love? Why is the memory of love so long? Because in the days of love we live in an impossible moment of emotion. That intensity of emotion makes the world of our love so bright and vibrant that even if the name comes from that top, the brightest light of those days does not disappear from our eyes.
Why does love die so quickly? How long does love live? How long will it be possible for us to endure such intense and destructive emotions? Manik Banerjee said: Nothing more than a year. The unspeakable pain in love and the unbearable happiness that burns us omnipresently, if we had to read for a long time, we would be torn in the high blood pressure of the head. So, whether we like it or not, we have to say goodbye to love in a few days. We can do this in two ways: by killing love, or by reducing love to the level of friendship and making it small or tolerable.
But is it possible for us to do either? Once love is born, will he ever die? Mirza Ghalib wrote: 'Love is not emphasized. This is a fire, Ghalib, which does not burn when it burns, does not burn when it burns. ' Love never fails, friends. Even if you don't get it, even if you don't get it. We sit with the whole heart of the one we love. So I want his whole heart from him too. If we get less than that, we refuse to take it. I do, but I can't give up his love. When the person we have raised becomes small, the happiness we get from him also becomes small. We got that small. So we refuse to take that small happiness. This is why Ratan rejected the postmaster's kind courtesy in Rabindranath's 'Postmaster' story. This is why we have so much trouble to get down from love. So a friend can sometimes become a boyfriend or girlfriend, But once someone is a boyfriend or girlfriend, he is never a friend again. If one can bring love down to the level of friendship, then one must understand that his love was small. She raised her boyfriend or girlfriend but could not make him worldwide. It was not born blind or helpless. What he thought was love was actually friendship. Maybe a full-fledged friendship, but friendship.
I want to say one thing about friendship here. Many people despise friendship. But in fact it is not a thing to be despised at all. Francis Bacon, Schopenhauer, Rashfuko have given friendship a bigger place than love. Love is the brightest moment of life. There is nothing more beautiful and radiant than this. This is the highest peak of human existence.