I should clear something up. I do not hate women. Though I find they are a great topic for compliant, that is simply due to my not understanding a single one of them. But then again I could really say the same for much of life. I in fact love women, have loved women, and will love women and will hopefully find at least one who will love me back. But speaking of love, as a topic I have thought much about.
What is love? a question that seems to plague our generation terribly, though I am sure every one has dealt with it, how do you define it and what does it do, why does it exist and how, or does it really exist at all, or is it just a figment of our imaginations disguised as an answer? But I can say that I think most people have it all wrong. I know this is a bold and unfair statement, but ill make my case and you don’t have to believe a word I say,.. So same agreement as normal then (not that I don't care what you think, because I do, just as I care that you read). I spent a couple of years asking people what they thought love was my senior year of high school, I thought I was in love, but wanted to know what it was. Most people told me it was a feeling; in fact almost everyone told me it was a feeling. This seemed like a good answer, the movies make it look that way, but feelings are so over rated, I can burn with anger one minute, and then burst into tears the next. Feelings are unstable and volatile, yet there are stories of "unending love" something that would be nearly imposable for a feeling. Later I got the opportunity to talk to a bunch of people who had been married for years, mostly teachers but also some family friends. I think just about everyone said something about wanting to kill their spouse at one point in time or another, and all admitted to having arguments, disagreements, and that no relationship could ever be perfect, but that love or commitment, or the fear of divorce got them through. This made me do a lot more thinking, how can one love, and at times hate the other person. The simple conclusion then was that love was in fact not a feeling. Also most of the married said that after a couple of years the limelight wears off and you realize your just two screwed up selfish people who are stuck in a legally binding agreement. It took me a while but my final and still standing decision on the matter is that love is like I said not a feeling, but rather a choice. None of the spouses I talked to did actually kill their partners. Love is a choice, a daily choice, a choice to care and not give up, regardless of one's feelings. This may make love sound foolish, but to that effect I think it is. Any choice that is made with the intent of being permanent could be called foolish for one never knows what the future may bring. sometimes love, or the choice, takes a lot of effort, people disagree, argue, fight, people will always be two separate beings, even after marriage you will never understand the other person fully, nor can you, but you can keep trying. I think that is why love is so hard to grasp, and why it sounds imaginary, as long as we think its a feeling, we will be wrong, and as much as a person can promise to never give up, today is not tomorrow, and that is what makes love so beautiful, is that if you stick with it, how you feel and what mood your in and how much money is in the bank or even who you vote for will not change the devotion you have for another. I raise my hand now and stand for my role call as a hopeless romantic, but this is what I think, and because of it, I think love does exist and can work, but it’s probably the hardest thing one can ever try.
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