A recent post about someone’s love story gave me this idea of creating a paradox for love, parallel to the omnipotence paradox. If you have not read about the omnipotence paradox, let me try to explain it:
“Omnipotence means ability to do anything. If God is omnipotent, then he must be able to formulate a work which he cannot do. If he cannot create such work, he is not omnipotent. And if he does create such a work, that means he failed to create a work which he cannot do. “
If you are a believer and you are fuming at me for writing this, let me save myself my saying that I am not an atheist. I just saved my life by using the power of words. Jokes apart, I wanted to propose a paradox for first love. My view is that there is no such thing like first love. People fall in love and then they break up. They take their lessons and fall again, to learn some more lessons. Each of those affairs get counted as First-Love at some point of time. Teenagers look for attention givers and protectors, youth looks for exploration, then they pursue stability in their 30s and the cycle goes on. I am seven years behind that mark of 30, so I am not the best person to comment on the love that happens during the age of 30s. “Salt as per the taste”, you must have read it in the recipes. The same applies to love. My conclusion is:
“First love happens once, twice and thrice”
If I made my readers fume once again, I offer my head on a silver plate. Chop it off, add salt as per the taste and eat it. These are my views, and I do not have to be right.