posted on May, 20 2013 @ 04:23 PM
Love... People have some disturbingly outlandish ideas about it, what it can do, how it does it, what it means, what it looks like, the whole kit and
kaboodle, all round thier necks and backwards too.
Let me let you in on a secret. Love is HARD. It doesnt make life into a cake walk, it doesnt make the pushing of the paper of life any easier, nor
does it make you richer and wiser. If anything, love can make your life harder than it has ever been before. You could be coasting through life,
wandering like a happy little cloud, scudding across the sky of life, and then all of a sudden, you feel like your lungs just emptied out and wont
re-inflate. You could swear that your blood has begun to boil, and wonder why all the atmosphere, your faithful friend of many years association, has
Love is not some diabetes inducingly sweet caper, all snuggles, freshly washed matching night wear and perfect holiday snaps on the beach. It is
PHYSICALLY painful, mentally taxing, emotionally devastating, and psychologically dangerous. To fall in love is to take your life in your hands, and
then think "taking my life in my hands is a big step. Hell with that, better get someone to hold it for me!"
And it is NOT Hollywood either. Fantastic mindblowing sex does not automatically follow a declaration of love, because sometimes these declarations
are made under very taxing circumstances, and even worse, people in general, are awe inspiringly stupid, crass, accidentally inappropriate, and need I
restate, really bloody stupid. Also, it doesnt always work out.
Sometimes love takes you to dark places. Things you will do for the person you love will frighten you, will place you so far outside your comfort
zone, that you will need a Garmin to find the road back, but you will walk that path knowing that you pretty much have to, that you will kick the
living hell out of yourself if you dont. Love makes people do insane, wonderful, and sometimes terrible things, and it is not to be messed about with.
You do not juggle highly unstable explosives. You do not make smoothies out of radioactive isotopes. And you do not mess around with love. You either
do it, or you dont, because BSing around in the middle, and confusing yourself and your significant other, or your family, or whomever you profess to
love, makes for bad veiwing, and bad memories.
People call all sorts of things love, when they really arent. When a man loves a woman for instance, he might be there for her when shes in need of
his wisdom, support, or just his presence. But that isnt love either. Love only happens when both parties are involved, equally deeply, prepared to go
to the same, very serious lengths. Unless you are prepared to fight, to kill, to die, and then come back through force of will and DO IT ALL AGAIN,
for your significant other, unless you desire eternity with that person, and have intellectually realised the full weight of that thought, and STILL
wanted it, I really dont think its love you have.
Some people will have felt that they would do these things, for a person who will never feel the same way. Thats not love. Unrequited love, is not
love, but torture.
But heres a little pointer. If it has never hurt, it aint love yet, and if it never does, then it never will be.
That said its still generally positive. Good luck all.