"I love you", the most stupendous human invention since the tie, yes we all love getting choked . These three words when put together can destroy your life as you know it. It can complicate things beyond repair. It can turn a satisfying romp into an excruciating futile dwindling talk into the search for a theory of everything, maybe it was love that made Hawking write that book.
Ah, sweet love, the mother of agony, pain and blind belief. Love was made up by playwrights and screenplay writers to earn their daily bread much the same way religious bodies invented god (go on condemn me I am an atheist, actually agnostic, which is a euphemism for being an atheist). It it as ubiquitous as rain in the monsoons and equally reliable too.
This might come as a shock to most of us but there are quite a few people out there, who regurgitate everything the world throws at them each morning. Such a person is oblivious to the existence of grays, somehow everything seems black or white. Such people end up living their mediocre lives in mediocre houses and give birth to mediocre children and entertain their mediocre friends every Sunday with mediocre finger food. And they believe, in love, god and the promise of heaven, for to think otherwise is blasphemy, a taboo, in other words for them to think, is doing the unthinkable.
Why? Why dematerialize your most basic instinct to be something more meaningful, why should everything have an attached meaning, and even if it did, why let someone else choose your ideals for you? Why should the choice already be made?
Ah, sweet love, the mother of agony, pain and blind belief. Love was made up by playwrights and screenplay writers to earn their daily bread much the same way religious bodies invented god (go on condemn me I am an atheist, actually agnostic, which is a euphemism for being an atheist). It it as ubiquitous as rain in the monsoons and equally reliable too.
This might come as a shock to most of us but there are quite a few people out there, who regurgitate everything the world throws at them each morning. Such a person is oblivious to the existence of grays, somehow everything seems black or white. Such people end up living their mediocre lives in mediocre houses and give birth to mediocre children and entertain their mediocre friends every Sunday with mediocre finger food. And they believe, in love, god and the promise of heaven, for to think otherwise is blasphemy, a taboo, in other words for them to think, is doing the unthinkable.
Why? Why dematerialize your most basic instinct to be something more meaningful, why should everything have an attached meaning, and even if it did, why let someone else choose your ideals for you? Why should the choice already be made?
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It cld be completely right that love is the most stupid thing we ever came up with.
But is it not true that love engines the world?
How a girl is ever in love with her unborn child,due years away and out of the yearning ,fondles a lifeless doll,combs its hair and talks to it.She does not write fancy poetry with heavy words.When the doll is snatched away from her , she can only cry.And when a new doll is gifted , she quickly forgets about her bereavement and it all begins again.For , it is not the doll she is in love with; it is something else.
Is that not love?Who can tell the little girl that love is a mere illusion to arrest her potentail?
A lover who suddenly is filled with rage when his relationship fails and dismisses love as a painful illusion .Look at him - when he could fall out of love in a matter of measurable time - has he truly ever loved her? If he truly loves her will he not let her go without such amounts of hatred.Afterall,who ever has given a perfect definition of love. This very same person later on falls in love all over again.For, perhaps, it is not her that he loved , it is something else yet again.
A mother who lost her son.The very thought of it stirs fear in all of us - why? Does she stop loving him after his death? Does she dismiss love like the disappointed lover and stop loving her other children?
A tree yearns for sunlight and competes for it.It urges the tree to grow taller and rewards it strength and might - home to birds of all kinds..Imagine what will happen if the tree feels bad about not receiving sunlight due to the foilage above it and decides that sunlight is a ridiculous idea of god to make it grow taller.Either it will die eventually or evolve into a stunted plant which makes do with whatever little light the vegetation above grants it ,nevertheless needing the light.
Perhaps we make a mistake by seeking out for love in wrong places.Perhaps we are so badly in love with ourselves, that we fail to acknowledge the love around us because it fails to please us.
We have a prejudice that love will always give rise to a very pleasant experience and culminate in a picture perfect scenario.And when disappointed, this wrong notion feeds resentment and the prejudice corrects itself with another prejudice.
Just like you wondered - why does everything have to have a reason.
Why must love have a reason to exist?Should we not accept that ,like any other task, the outcome of love may be good or bad.
Why push it off as blasphemy just because we are not able to define it?
We all know that alchohol is bad for us - yet we drink.We all know it is wrong to cheat our spouses- yet we cheat.We all know many things we shld not and yet we do it.So much so for our intelligence and level headedness.
Then why blame love for our agony?? When everyone and everything believes in it.For a moment,does it not flash that perhaps it is our opinion and idea about love which is wrong.
Why are we overcome with egoistic pride that we know what love is and hence can call it names - what is it about love that we know?
Why read vague interpretations of it and blind ourselves - when we ourselves can attempt to find out.
Who knows, maybe when we are really old, we will know whether it is an illusion or an engine.
Why break our heads and bitch about it, when we can reach a consensus with love in this little life we have.
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