I find it strange that so much suffering comes from the pursuit of love. It is so perplexing to me that something which is supposed to make people so happy, and certainly to be the most important and worthwhile thing that we can live for, should cause so much pain and unhappiness in people. Why is it that it wounds us so? Why is it that it so difficult for people to find satisfaction in love? It seems as if it is difficult enough to find two people who share the same sort of affection with one another, and even then for it to hold together for any considerable length of time. I had a talk with a friend today about some sort of incongruity with his love, and how he thought that their relationship might end over it. The prospect of staying together and continually experiencing this disagreement hurt him, and the prospect of ending the relationship seemed to equally pain him if not more so. Something has got to fucking give.
This problem, more than any other philosophical venture I have ever undertaken, bothers me the most. This constant cycle of loving someone who doesn't love you, and being loved by someone you don't love, so that you are always in a perpetual dance of shifting from being the one who causes the pain to the one who is dealt it, really does not sit well with me. Some days I want all the world to burn down because of it, and others my unrest is more passive in that I only wish to sleep and sleep.
I would like to say that because the love that I have felt in the past has had the ability to leave this sort of void in me, that it was not true love. I have difficulty believing that, for I know no other way to define what it is that I have felt. It seems lately though that our perceptions of love, or maybe our conception of love, is intrinsically flawed. It does not make sense that something which should be the fruit of all life should cause so much misery.
So what's your definition?
And now for today's "So We Have a Goddamn Idiot for a President...Again. Look at the Bright Side":
Something Awful has some very amusing Children's Books for grown-ups.
This problem, more than any other philosophical venture I have ever undertaken, bothers me the most. This constant cycle of loving someone who doesn't love you, and being loved by someone you don't love, so that you are always in a perpetual dance of shifting from being the one who causes the pain to the one who is dealt it, really does not sit well with me. Some days I want all the world to burn down because of it, and others my unrest is more passive in that I only wish to sleep and sleep.
I would like to say that because the love that I have felt in the past has had the ability to leave this sort of void in me, that it was not true love. I have difficulty believing that, for I know no other way to define what it is that I have felt. It seems lately though that our perceptions of love, or maybe our conception of love, is intrinsically flawed. It does not make sense that something which should be the fruit of all life should cause so much misery.
So what's your definition?
And now for today's "So We Have a Goddamn Idiot for a President...Again. Look at the Bright Side":
Something Awful has some very amusing Children's Books for grown-ups.