Weird Set of Values
So, this time, I'm sad about being broken up with - but it's not the same feeling. No, I'm not the 'most depressed' I've ever been - I had fair warning that this would happen.
What I'm so upset, pissed, angry etc. about is his lack of humility. He never apologized for cheating on me. He write blogs talking about how love is pointless rambling in a few paragraphs about how philosophy has proved his... etc, etc. The sad thing is that I truly believe he thinks this. He doesn't believe that love is good, or that the 'monotony' of everyday life is something meaningful.
I want someone to feel sorry for me, but instead I'm feeling depressed for him. I understand that people can say that love is a chemical reaction, and that in the end what we do doesn't matter but I guess my question is; is that a way to live life?
I'm agnostic, and proud to be - but I also respect other religions as long as they do no brainwashing or harm to innocent individuals (hence why I have a sort of dislike towards Christians) but I still respect them. Who and what we respect says a lot about our character. I think living up to our own standards is important, and the people you care most about in life. If it can't be family - then friends or your significant other.
And if you don't have close friends - then is it so bad to just do what you feel is right, so you can sleep at peace? Apparently he also says that feeling love is a weakness; a superstition. You can do many things in life, but without being able to love - I think that's the real crime. Not knowing what it feels like to hold a baby in your arms, not feeling that flutter in your heart when you kiss a true love, not even when you see happy people randomly - I think this is the worst thing possible.
Our definition of 'love' in the english language is a poor word. It encompasses a lot, when it should only describe little. What about loving something you're learning about? Or loving the school you go to? Or just loving nature? That's all superstition too?
If love is a superstition and something completely fake - then so be it. I'd much rather be happy while I'm alive - because no one really knows what happens when you die. For all you know, it could be the Christan view of 'hell' or the underworld in His Dark Materials. Or it could be in nature - your molecules dancing among the living.
Either way - why waste your life by over-analyzing all the good things that can happen when you can just learn to embrace the way love makes you feel?
Like I said, I'd much rather die knowing that I've lived a life that impacted others - and potentially made them feel better. Because in the end if we are going to pave a road in hell with all the other condemned souls - I'd be glad to know that I had an amazing life while I could.
Thoughts?
What I'm so upset, pissed, angry etc. about is his lack of humility. He never apologized for cheating on me. He write blogs talking about how love is pointless rambling in a few paragraphs about how philosophy has proved his... etc, etc. The sad thing is that I truly believe he thinks this. He doesn't believe that love is good, or that the 'monotony' of everyday life is something meaningful.
I want someone to feel sorry for me, but instead I'm feeling depressed for him. I understand that people can say that love is a chemical reaction, and that in the end what we do doesn't matter but I guess my question is; is that a way to live life?
I'm agnostic, and proud to be - but I also respect other religions as long as they do no brainwashing or harm to innocent individuals (hence why I have a sort of dislike towards Christians) but I still respect them. Who and what we respect says a lot about our character. I think living up to our own standards is important, and the people you care most about in life. If it can't be family - then friends or your significant other.
And if you don't have close friends - then is it so bad to just do what you feel is right, so you can sleep at peace? Apparently he also says that feeling love is a weakness; a superstition. You can do many things in life, but without being able to love - I think that's the real crime. Not knowing what it feels like to hold a baby in your arms, not feeling that flutter in your heart when you kiss a true love, not even when you see happy people randomly - I think this is the worst thing possible.
Our definition of 'love' in the english language is a poor word. It encompasses a lot, when it should only describe little. What about loving something you're learning about? Or loving the school you go to? Or just loving nature? That's all superstition too?
If love is a superstition and something completely fake - then so be it. I'd much rather be happy while I'm alive - because no one really knows what happens when you die. For all you know, it could be the Christan view of 'hell' or the underworld in His Dark Materials. Or it could be in nature - your molecules dancing among the living.
Either way - why waste your life by over-analyzing all the good things that can happen when you can just learn to embrace the way love makes you feel?
Like I said, I'd much rather die knowing that I've lived a life that impacted others - and potentially made them feel better. Because in the end if we are going to pave a road in hell with all the other condemned souls - I'd be glad to know that I had an amazing life while I could.
Thoughts?