Sunday, September 05, 2004
Love can be a cruel thing.
Cruel thing,love can be.
You never expect it to burn in your heart after many years.It's such a undefined thing;a stuff of dreams,vivid and abstract,totally undeniable to a human.Just an absent thought can make your heart pound hard;dreaming of driving that porsche you always wanted,having that special someone make love to you during a stormy night.How can there be such a blissful thing I wonder?A scene where unrequited love simply does not happen?A thing so glorious that it can overcome physical science?
The fact of the matter is,it can and does happens.It occurs all over the world,something like an epidemic spreading like wildfire.It can happen when you're in the store and you happen to see a girl that you just can't stop looking at and by the way she looks at you,you know she feels the same thing about you.That's call love at first sight.But then again,something entirely different can set in.It is known by different names,different followers.
Lust,fanatism,obsession,jealousy,infatuation are the few examples.These so called love is a being that is absolutely different,yet only a thin line separates them from love.Undoubtingly,we allow ourselves to get swept up into a maelstorm because of them.Most of the time we end our desires with a broken heart,a mind made up not to repeat a silly mistake again,an unconsious effort to hide away from the opposite sex,perhaps.Rarely,these reckless pursuits end only in death,as though Love and Death are playing a bloody,twisted game of chess.
Only a few are able to distinguish between love and "unlove".Only they are able to experince love as the nectar of the gods,a state of something akin to nirvana.The rest must play the game,however twisted and deceitful it can be.
Cruel thing,love is.
You never expect it to burn in your heart after many years.It's such a undefined thing;a stuff of dreams,vivid and abstract,totally undeniable to a human.Just an absent thought can make your heart pound hard;dreaming of driving that porsche you always wanted,having that special someone make love to you during a stormy night.How can there be such a blissful thing I wonder?A scene where unrequited love simply does not happen?A thing so glorious that it can overcome physical science?
The fact of the matter is,it can and does happens.It occurs all over the world,something like an epidemic spreading like wildfire.It can happen when you're in the store and you happen to see a girl that you just can't stop looking at and by the way she looks at you,you know she feels the same thing about you.That's call love at first sight.But then again,something entirely different can set in.It is known by different names,different followers.
Lust,fanatism,obsession,jealousy,infatuation are the few examples.These so called love is a being that is absolutely different,yet only a thin line separates them from love.Undoubtingly,we allow ourselves to get swept up into a maelstorm because of them.Most of the time we end our desires with a broken heart,a mind made up not to repeat a silly mistake again,an unconsious effort to hide away from the opposite sex,perhaps.Rarely,these reckless pursuits end only in death,as though Love and Death are playing a bloody,twisted game of chess.
Only a few are able to distinguish between love and "unlove".Only they are able to experince love as the nectar of the gods,a state of something akin to nirvana.The rest must play the game,however twisted and deceitful it can be.
Cruel thing,love is.
