More thoughts...
So what is it about people that makes them do what they do?
Why are they so willing to put relationships and feelings and stuff on the line to get what they want? Especially, when you consider that a certain amount of the risk comes from the fact that is the wrong thing they are trying to get. Be it a person, a feeling, a moment, a belief. People will go to amazing lengths to try to get what they believe will fill the void. In many ways, it is the fuel that drives some people. Always providing a reason to get up and make it through another day --- even after their own efforts have fallen around them in slag heaps.
What happens if someone is not driven by this? What happens when someone doesn't want to play the games, doesn't want to deal with the issues, etc. Are they opting out of life? Is that life? So many times I look at others around me --- attempting to learn from others mistakes; knowing all the while that my own mistakes are the ones I will learn the most from.
Is there such a thing as true love? Where people actually give eachother a reason to look forward to the next moment? The next day? the next minute, no, second they are together again?
Or are we humans so caught up in pleasing ourselves (with whatever salve or balm we can find) that it boils down to an orgy of self-indulgence?
What happens if someone comes along with pure motives? Is s/he shunned? An outsider to the political intruiges we call relationships? Or are they sucked dry by a parasitic relationship? They are willing to give, and the other person is more than happy to take --- everything.
And yet, humans hope. There is always hope. There is always the feeling that there is that one person (or type of person --- for those of you who don't believe in soul-mates, myself among them) out there, somewhere, who will make us feel like the center of the universe, and who we want to make feel like they are the center of the universe. A traveling companion on the road of life. Someone to walk with and share thoughts and memories. Someone we trust. Someone we care for. Someone we can be honest with. Someone, somewhere.
Someone we would love to wake up next to --- not because it meant we had sex the night before, but because it meant they spent the night with us. Someone for whom we would write random love notes/letters, not because they wanted us to, or we felt we needed to, but because they mean enough to us to take the extra time to let them know how we feel. Someone who we could just sit and listen to for hours on end, not because we think they are the smartest person around (though, they very well may be), but because they are talking to us. Sharing their thoughts with us. Sharing their dreams with us. Sharing their hearts with us.
Someone we could spend hours looking at --- they may not rival Catherine Zeta-Jones or Kierra Knightly in looks, but their overall essence possesses a ethreal beauty that encompasses their entire being, pervades their atmosphere.
And the best part is they feel the same way about us.
Enough banal carping for now.
I'm out!
Why are they so willing to put relationships and feelings and stuff on the line to get what they want? Especially, when you consider that a certain amount of the risk comes from the fact that is the wrong thing they are trying to get. Be it a person, a feeling, a moment, a belief. People will go to amazing lengths to try to get what they believe will fill the void. In many ways, it is the fuel that drives some people. Always providing a reason to get up and make it through another day --- even after their own efforts have fallen around them in slag heaps.
What happens if someone is not driven by this? What happens when someone doesn't want to play the games, doesn't want to deal with the issues, etc. Are they opting out of life? Is that life? So many times I look at others around me --- attempting to learn from others mistakes; knowing all the while that my own mistakes are the ones I will learn the most from.
Is there such a thing as true love? Where people actually give eachother a reason to look forward to the next moment? The next day? the next minute, no, second they are together again?
Or are we humans so caught up in pleasing ourselves (with whatever salve or balm we can find) that it boils down to an orgy of self-indulgence?
What happens if someone comes along with pure motives? Is s/he shunned? An outsider to the political intruiges we call relationships? Or are they sucked dry by a parasitic relationship? They are willing to give, and the other person is more than happy to take --- everything.
And yet, humans hope. There is always hope. There is always the feeling that there is that one person (or type of person --- for those of you who don't believe in soul-mates, myself among them) out there, somewhere, who will make us feel like the center of the universe, and who we want to make feel like they are the center of the universe. A traveling companion on the road of life. Someone to walk with and share thoughts and memories. Someone we trust. Someone we care for. Someone we can be honest with. Someone, somewhere.
Someone we would love to wake up next to --- not because it meant we had sex the night before, but because it meant they spent the night with us. Someone for whom we would write random love notes/letters, not because they wanted us to, or we felt we needed to, but because they mean enough to us to take the extra time to let them know how we feel. Someone who we could just sit and listen to for hours on end, not because we think they are the smartest person around (though, they very well may be), but because they are talking to us. Sharing their thoughts with us. Sharing their dreams with us. Sharing their hearts with us.
Someone we could spend hours looking at --- they may not rival Catherine Zeta-Jones or Kierra Knightly in looks, but their overall essence possesses a ethreal beauty that encompasses their entire being, pervades their atmosphere.
And the best part is they feel the same way about us.
Enough banal carping for now.
I'm out!