Love is like the the postman. Believing in it or not is irrelevant. Sooner or later it will be at your door with either good or bad news. It can also be a convinction like alternative medicine. Some people will believe at anything. Out of those some are going to be dissillusioned wihile others even more ardently convinced. It seems to me though that, most of the time, that loving is our desperate attempt to feel special and important through the acceptance and adoration of another person. We are not our imperfect selves anymore. We become an object of desire, herence perfect. We matter then... we deserve to be loved and remembered. We do not deserve to die... Love becomes the counterweight of death. And Death laughs at our faces.
There are many kinds of love, whether we acknowledge them or not. There's the obvious romantic love, there's love for a special place, there is love for a special feeling, there's also love for oneself. Perfection is irrelevant, it's the imperfections that really attract us into situations and obsessions and fears and feelings. Not sure what I believe in, but I intend to find out!
Love conquers Death. Any kind of love we experience in this life (provided that is really the selfless kind) is but a small print, an insignificantly small example, of the love of God towards his creation. Love makes the world go round.
Love is like the the postman. Believing in it or not is irrelevant. Sooner or later it will be at your door with either good or bad news.
ReplyDeleteIt can also be a convinction like alternative medicine. Some people will believe at anything. Out of those some are going to be dissillusioned wihile others even more ardently convinced.
It seems to me though that, most of the time, that loving is our desperate attempt to feel special and important through the acceptance and adoration of another person. We are not our imperfect selves anymore. We become an object of desire, herence perfect. We matter then... we deserve to be loved and remembered. We do not deserve to die...
Love becomes the counterweight of death.
And Death laughs at our faces.
HELLO CARRIE BRADSHAW!!!!i believe!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThere are many kinds of love, whether we acknowledge them or not. There's the obvious romantic love, there's love for a special place, there is love for a special feeling, there's also love for oneself. Perfection is irrelevant, it's the imperfections that really attract us into situations and obsessions and fears and feelings. Not sure what I believe in, but I intend to find out!
ReplyDeleteLove conquers Death.
ReplyDeleteAny kind of love we experience in this life (provided that is really the selfless kind) is but a small print, an insignificantly small example, of the love of God towards his creation. Love makes the world go round.
I fucking BELIEVE!
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