Reflections on Love
They say that love is a many splendoured thing. Well, I think what makes love special, is her ability to take in all the negative traits, and balance them with the positive. I have heard the saying that true love hurts. Well, why should it? Shouldn't love be this wonderful feeling that you get, when you have that person by you? I think that feeling is a mere crush or infatuation. True love is when you give someone the ability to hurt you, and hurt you bad. Knowing that each of us have our failings, then the hurt is sure, it is just a matter of time.
Yet why do we crave love then? Especially when it hurts? Why not jump from bed to bed, kiss to kiss? I think that inspite of all the fun we can have that way, many of us still crave a sense of permanence and belonging. It is the yearning for a place you can call home, and build as a sanctuary from the outside world. For we know that we have our up days, and our down days. During the ups, we feel that nothing can hurt us or do anything to us. During the downs, however, anything that is said or done can potentially make us collapse like a house of cards. Why then don't we just find a circle of friends, instead of a lover? Well, if you think that finding a lover is so difficult, then what about multiplying that task a few times over? Not that I am expecting someone to sleep with that circle of friends, but I think you get the drift.
Yet people say that love is blind, and lovers do not see the pretty follies that they themselves commit. It is true, for many of us jump into love, only to get hurt over and over again. Is love true? Or is it just like chasing after a rainbow's end, where the journey is the reward?
Yet why do we crave love then? Especially when it hurts? Why not jump from bed to bed, kiss to kiss? I think that inspite of all the fun we can have that way, many of us still crave a sense of permanence and belonging. It is the yearning for a place you can call home, and build as a sanctuary from the outside world. For we know that we have our up days, and our down days. During the ups, we feel that nothing can hurt us or do anything to us. During the downs, however, anything that is said or done can potentially make us collapse like a house of cards. Why then don't we just find a circle of friends, instead of a lover? Well, if you think that finding a lover is so difficult, then what about multiplying that task a few times over? Not that I am expecting someone to sleep with that circle of friends, but I think you get the drift.
Yet people say that love is blind, and lovers do not see the pretty follies that they themselves commit. It is true, for many of us jump into love, only to get hurt over and over again. Is love true? Or is it just like chasing after a rainbow's end, where the journey is the reward?