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I have an obession with love, trying to figure it out why it makes us feel the things we do, why it stops and how. It seems like it something that is everywhere..almost all music is about it in one sense or another, I catch myself listening to songs and being able to relate the heart break and the happiness in every song, even the silly ones. The thing is we are all about it we crave it and fear it, it makes us on top of the world and can make us feel lost when its gone...is there really that one person out there..or several its just a line of happenings that you control...why do we belive in fate and why do we convice ourselves that things are just meant to be a certain way...I guess the im saying this because I feel like im not the only person who really thinks about all of this? Thinks about if this trend in relationships where I felt love..will only end the same in everycase? How can we belive that we have found the one person to love for the rest of our lives more then once...and if it stops does it mean it was never there? was it just a misinterpretation of feeling...but then how can someone make you light up, how can their smell make you drunk..I dont know If this makes any sense..but sometimes I feel like this all so silly to be consumed with thoughts of a feeling or thing that I just can't understand..some people are here for things of greater importance....but I feel like my thing im here for is love..what my brain and body...currently im feeling like the only way for it to work is for the concept of love to be the same with both parties, for each one to love eachother equally..but then does it ever happen...its all a contradiction in my mind...I know from this recent experience that I am maturing in a sort of way...but with that I'm growing a harsher edge that will only be harder to break through...are we supposed to be happy with what we had and with memories? I cant help but not be when thoes memories will only to re recorded with a differnt heart..my mind is jumbly...but trust me I'm doing alright
jared gave me this book called On love to read and its so funny the way the narrator over analyzes everything..theres this one part
"the inital movement is necessarily founded in ignorance. So if I called it love in the face of so many doubts, both psychological and epistemological , it was perhaps out of a belief that the word could never be used accurately. As love was not a place, or color, or chemical, but all three of these and more, or none of these and less, might not everyone speak and decide as they wished when it came to this province? Did this question not lie beyond academic realm of true and false? Love or simple obsession? Who, if not time(which was its own liar) could possibly begin to tell"
jared gave me this book called On love to read and its so funny the way the narrator over analyzes everything..theres this one part
"the inital movement is necessarily founded in ignorance. So if I called it love in the face of so many doubts, both psychological and epistemological , it was perhaps out of a belief that the word could never be used accurately. As love was not a place, or color, or chemical, but all three of these and more, or none of these and less, might not everyone speak and decide as they wished when it came to this province? Did this question not lie beyond academic realm of true and false? Love or simple obsession? Who, if not time(which was its own liar) could possibly begin to tell"