On love
I don't like this lung discomfort. It's made me all irritible and nasty lately.
I was thinking about part of my speech from the other day, the part about owning our minds. It made me think about what really does control us. For me, I think I narrowed it to down to love. It's all about love, really. No matter how you look at it. Either you have it or you don't, but it's always there, you're always feeling it, or trying to feel it, trying to hold onto it, trying to make it better. I think love governs us.
I think about some of the older couples I know. They pretty much keep to themselves. They don't really have friends or a social life outside of their own comfy bubble. Is that what happens when we fall in love with the one person we think we can share the rest of our lives with? Do other components of our lives fade away while that love remains? Or is it just a thing of habit and routine? Do we end up feeling so comfortable with that person that we lose interest in anything else? I don't know. I'm having trouble wrapping my head around it. I suppose it's just something that happens to some people. But I want to know why. I want to know what it's all about.
I had this realization climbing into my car the other day. It hit me. I am a loyal lover, and I won't leave whoever I'm with unless I have some obvious reason to. Sometimes this isn't a good thing, because in the past it has taken me too long to realize that there were obvious reasons to leave. But of course this is a good thing as well. It's just kind of scary, though, because I realize that someday I'm going to be like one of those old couples, all content in their own mundane bubble. I guess that's not a bad thing, though, as long as the love is still there.
You look at those couples and they make you realize that. It must be all about love, because if that's all they have, and that's all they want, then really, what more is there?
I was thinking about part of my speech from the other day, the part about owning our minds. It made me think about what really does control us. For me, I think I narrowed it to down to love. It's all about love, really. No matter how you look at it. Either you have it or you don't, but it's always there, you're always feeling it, or trying to feel it, trying to hold onto it, trying to make it better. I think love governs us.
I think about some of the older couples I know. They pretty much keep to themselves. They don't really have friends or a social life outside of their own comfy bubble. Is that what happens when we fall in love with the one person we think we can share the rest of our lives with? Do other components of our lives fade away while that love remains? Or is it just a thing of habit and routine? Do we end up feeling so comfortable with that person that we lose interest in anything else? I don't know. I'm having trouble wrapping my head around it. I suppose it's just something that happens to some people. But I want to know why. I want to know what it's all about.
I had this realization climbing into my car the other day. It hit me. I am a loyal lover, and I won't leave whoever I'm with unless I have some obvious reason to. Sometimes this isn't a good thing, because in the past it has taken me too long to realize that there were obvious reasons to leave. But of course this is a good thing as well. It's just kind of scary, though, because I realize that someday I'm going to be like one of those old couples, all content in their own mundane bubble. I guess that's not a bad thing, though, as long as the love is still there.
You look at those couples and they make you realize that. It must be all about love, because if that's all they have, and that's all they want, then really, what more is there?