Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Sheesh!
I don't think I will ever grasp the concept on why people do what they do. Its one of the great mysteries on earth, the mind of a human. I step back and take a look at the situation i think people mistake love for just embracing something they are attracted to and feel comfortable with and twist it into something bigger than what it really is. its got me thinking does love even really exist or is the fact that as soon as we feel too alone we latch on to someone show them affection then discard them like a used tissue. Maybe I have been guilty of doing this very same thing to people and never even realized it. I know I have latched on to people who weren't even worth me latching on to I tried to get something out of it, Is this sick desire to be wanted and loved a plan backfired in the human mind only to cause hurt,sorrow,and grief. Hm...maybe. I am just sick of giving my all and losing everything right in front of me, Its like watching a horrible car crash and seeing if there were any survivors. Me...I am always the victim it seems. Maybe people can see right through me and know that if u are in my heart I will do anything for you, believe anything you say, I will live you, breath you and love you in my heart. I wonder do they like knowing someone feels that way about them and then they chose to ignore it. I think love is an illusion its just something we make up to keep people with us. To keep them in our lives and loved is often used to keep people in a situation. Maybe I should erase the love out of vocabulary then I wont hurt so much. Even if I erased it I would still feel it. Who really died and made this word the strongest emotion. I don't know its like i cant live without it but I don't want it to hurt me. Love can be the most beautiful and detrimental emotion all at one. It can make or break a person. Give you natural high or have you on the brink of insanity. I guess I'll never understand it....it will remain one of the world's greatest mysteries
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Interesting thoughts.
I know love exists. I know there are a million kinds of love out there. I've become a pessimist when it comes to romantic love, because, well, you've seen what I've been through. I haven't told you everything, but it's been an interesting journey.
As far as love not existing, have faith that it does. I'm not sure if you're religious or not, but its kind of like the idea that just because bad things happen sometimes, doesn't mean there is no God. And just because we experience 'bad love' doesn't mean that true love doesn't exist.
I personally believe there are a lot of people who love a lot of ways. You, you love completely. I love carefully. And we just need to find someone who appreciates us. As hard as it is to believe that there are good guys out there, there are. Unhealthy comparison alert: Though Andrew was NOT for me, he was a good guy. I don't share his good points too often, because that makes me long for the past too much. But he was supportive, he'd do anything for me, he was honest, he'd never cheat, he wanted me to be successful. And this is the kind of thing that a lot of us look for. I had it, but there were overwhelming differences that I could not handle.
I think some people do just latch onto something because its there. Because they NEED to be loved back. I'm guilty, but I've learned from that. I think we all need to get to the point where we realize that we don't NEED a man/woman to love us romantically. Truth be told; we all need love, yes. But not romantic. We need to be loved in some sort of way; I love my friends, I love my family, hell, i even love some of my co-workers, and I know that they love me back. And honestly, that has to be enough.
Shoot for the Moon (true love) but even if you miss, you'll be among the stars (love that is unconditional)
Mutual romantic love is amazing, I'm sure. But, if I never find it, then a life with funny, beautiful, people who I'm compatible with? A life with my family and friends really doesn't seem so bad....
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