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I've just made a startling discovery.
Around 7:19ish as I drove to government class, I was struck with the notion : I don't believe love exists. Not love as a whole, I do believe love exists. In fact, it's prevalent wherever one goes; it's ubiquitous. Love from family. Love from friends.
However, this idealized fantasy of movie-head-over-heels-immense-romantic love does not exist. Well, perhaps, it does. I just have not seen it. I really don't want to be the type of person who wears the black hat, focuses only on reality and pessimism, but...much to my chagrin, I suppose I am.
I've always been the type of person who disagreed with "Love is all you need;" I would pick family and obligation over "love." Now, please don't misinterpret what I'm saying. I believe in love. We all possess love and hopefully distribute it abundantly, generously, and selflessly. But with each day passing, I have yet to be convinced that the love I see so immortalized in culture has any place in our lives other than what we idealize it to be. It's in books, cinema, art, culture, music...But is it just an ideal that one can never attain?
You put this love on a pedastal, pine all your life for it, yet are you ever truly happy? Satisfied? Sure there's a love, but is it what our world has made it out to be? Is it everything for which we could ever hope? Or are you luring yourself into believing so because you want what's been immortalized by fictitious characters of daydreamers? We want so badly to believe it is out there...but where?
But until someone convinces me otherwise, I'll just immerse myself in my thoughts.
Around 7:19ish as I drove to government class, I was struck with the notion : I don't believe love exists. Not love as a whole, I do believe love exists. In fact, it's prevalent wherever one goes; it's ubiquitous. Love from family. Love from friends.
However, this idealized fantasy of movie-head-over-heels-immense-romantic love does not exist. Well, perhaps, it does. I just have not seen it. I really don't want to be the type of person who wears the black hat, focuses only on reality and pessimism, but...much to my chagrin, I suppose I am.
I've always been the type of person who disagreed with "Love is all you need;" I would pick family and obligation over "love." Now, please don't misinterpret what I'm saying. I believe in love. We all possess love and hopefully distribute it abundantly, generously, and selflessly. But with each day passing, I have yet to be convinced that the love I see so immortalized in culture has any place in our lives other than what we idealize it to be. It's in books, cinema, art, culture, music...But is it just an ideal that one can never attain?
You put this love on a pedastal, pine all your life for it, yet are you ever truly happy? Satisfied? Sure there's a love, but is it what our world has made it out to be? Is it everything for which we could ever hope? Or are you luring yourself into believing so because you want what's been immortalized by fictitious characters of daydreamers? We want so badly to believe it is out there...but where?
But until someone convinces me otherwise, I'll just immerse myself in my thoughts.