Hello world,
Ok, I’m hoping this doesn’t turn in to a rant but, instead, demonstrates a little behind my own psyche. How accurate this may be can only be determined by those whom read it – I have my own ideas and views, you have yours; please do not abuse them. But yeah, through out my child hood my parents built ‘love‘ up to be this fantastic human entity that was flawless in every conceivable manner, that I would simply fall in love and that would be it. How wrong were they? Firstly, love is far from simple or easy (as I’m sure EVERYONE knows and I needn’t really state the obvious) but putting this aside, it is also cruel yet kind, character building yet heart breaking, so right yet so wrong… hell I’m sure we could all go on for some numerous hours.
I guess the point I’m trying to establish is it is also the strongest emotion a human being can possibly experience; even hatred isn’t as strong as love. This as love is hugely unpredictable – don’t ever try and plan for it because it just doesn’t work that way! I’ve spent too many years trying to plan relationships only to find that in the end their just not right for you. Because of this I find myself asking is it truly a human’s single best emotion? I mean lets face it, we’d all do almost anything for love right? Wrong again! Seems to me love has lost it’s meaning in todays society (and please disagree with me if you think otherwise – I’d love it to be the other way round!!). Divorce ratings are through the roof these days, with a new class of single mothers expanding daily. If love is truly our most sought after possession, why is it as a race we are slowly destroying it?
Now I’m not a non-believer but seriously, it’s a killer! We’ve all been there; been hurt by someone and most likely hurt someone else. I appreciate I am only 19 but the experiences I’ve had so far and the constant rise in divorces just cannot be ignored. I’m trying my best not to become a cynic and I do still believe in it, I’m just finding it more and more difficult to open up to anyone incase the same old same old occurs again. Love can consume us as a being, blinding us and leading us astray. Equally, it can move us, touch us and shape us into stronger beings.
Hopefully this hasn’t turned in to a rant but has instead formed the basis for a discussion. To this extent I pose this question, Love – is it our angel or our devil?
An added thought
Peace,
Chris
