The necessity of the prefix "unconditional" for the word "love" itself manifests that love is underrated today.
We use this four-letter word almost everywhere. It is used to describe our feelings for a specific shade of color as well as those for our fathers. That seems unfair and impractical. Doesn't it? When two people share a relation, it comes with a default terms and conditions agreement. Along with it, is the baggage of expectations. To top it up, is a pile of ego. No matter how much we love our sibling, or BFFs, or our better halves, we have a set of conjectures. We claim that our love towards that person is immortal. How veracious is that? If you really love your "soulmate", would you say that there are zero percent chances to face a break-up? If they turn out to be disloyal, would your love remain unaltered? Okay, let's not go that far. Eventually, if the bond starts breaking from their side, and you notice that this is turning into a one-sided affair, would you still stay put? For how long? Ask yourself these questions this valentine's day. I don't mean to break any relationship (that wouldn't even be the last thing on my mind). I just want to point out that we give inappropriate amount of importance to the relationships of this era. Especially when it comes to extremes like betraying your family or cutting yourself. That madness is out of my reach and so I should shift to my next point now.
Let's consider a blood relation, for example, your sibling. In the near future, if your sister drifts apart, do you have a rope to pull her back? Initially, we might try, but again, for how long? Eventually, you will expect a call from her too. So does this "Unconditional Love" exist? Well, there should be someone who loves you for what you are. Someone whose love won't change even if you do. Someone who will love you limitless without expecting the same from you. Someone who doesn't want to change you for their benefit.
This someone has been a part of my life for over 24 years now. They knew me even before I was born. Yes, my parents. I fell sick recently, last November to be precise. I had to be hospitalized. No, I wasn't "serious" per se, but the hospital was my second home for almost two months. My parents were my hands when I couldn't lift mine to eat. They were my feet when I couldn't stand to brush. I shared my pain with them with every needle that went inside me. They were willing to go to any extent just to see me healthy again. The best well-wishers I could ask for. I am sure your parents are the same too. Yes, unconditional love exists - every parents'. Maybe the depth of that love is beyond my reach. What soothes me is the fact that I have someone to love me unconditionally and one day, I will be on the other side of the table to experience it.
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