Just a thought
Have you ever noticed how love changes? maybe it the perception of what we think
love is. As a child we know love for our parents. They say that people marry
others that are similar to their mother or father. I think it's true because
there's parts of our parents personality ingrained in us and we relate love to
those programs. And then we grow up a little. We see that there are more people
then just our parents. We are still playing the program, pretending house,
holding hands, it's what we see and reflect. Then we get even older. We fight
everything we've learned and date people just to piss the hell out of the
parents we idolized in childhood. We stumble blindly around with our bodies
because like a tadpole that just turned into a frog, we're not sure of our legs.
We call it love because it bursts from our chests and makes our lips tingle in
anticipation. Love becomes candy, just as sweet but it's over quickly. There's
always another piece though. Somehow, we learn that we're driven by chemicals
and find out about sex. It's never fun the first time, which raises the
question, why do we go back? It's a drug. And it's essential to our idea of
love. It becomes part of the test. So many of us decide that sex is love. Now
we're grown up. We look back at the mistakes we made and learn that yes, it was
love then. But love is different now. It's not our parents, it's not pretend,
it's not candy, it's not an escape. We don't have to date someone because
they're popular. We find that love is something close to liquid air. It's shared
and absorbed and suddenly, it's in your blood. You need what they have because
it's now part of you. Life is shared. Something inside you clicks, it all fits.
They are there for the same reason you are. No matter how often you say the
word, it different every single time. You say it for different reasons and you
mean it, even if the source dries out.
love is. As a child we know love for our parents. They say that people marry
others that are similar to their mother or father. I think it's true because
there's parts of our parents personality ingrained in us and we relate love to
those programs. And then we grow up a little. We see that there are more people
then just our parents. We are still playing the program, pretending house,
holding hands, it's what we see and reflect. Then we get even older. We fight
everything we've learned and date people just to piss the hell out of the
parents we idolized in childhood. We stumble blindly around with our bodies
because like a tadpole that just turned into a frog, we're not sure of our legs.
We call it love because it bursts from our chests and makes our lips tingle in
anticipation. Love becomes candy, just as sweet but it's over quickly. There's
always another piece though. Somehow, we learn that we're driven by chemicals
and find out about sex. It's never fun the first time, which raises the
question, why do we go back? It's a drug. And it's essential to our idea of
love. It becomes part of the test. So many of us decide that sex is love. Now
we're grown up. We look back at the mistakes we made and learn that yes, it was
love then. But love is different now. It's not our parents, it's not pretend,
it's not candy, it's not an escape. We don't have to date someone because
they're popular. We find that love is something close to liquid air. It's shared
and absorbed and suddenly, it's in your blood. You need what they have because
it's now part of you. Life is shared. Something inside you clicks, it all fits.
They are there for the same reason you are. No matter how often you say the
word, it different every single time. You say it for different reasons and you
mean it, even if the source dries out.