We're just so amorous it's glamorous until we need to work for it, then it's needy and greedy and love is just a phase. These days the world looks at matters of the heart or the soul as a commodity. No, not in terms of spirituality per se, but in terms of the basic human psyche and heart. What is love anymore? What was it to begin with? Tackling this abstract is like tackling right and wrong, so ambiguous in nature, and always exercised in context.
So much so, people begin to lose sight of what the word actually meant or what it's good for. I will say it is the most beautiful, colorful, warm, wholesome feeling, but at the same time, it's a tumultuous, heart-wrenching, debauching, eviscerating, scathing feeling when it's gone. As a commodity of the here and now, we think it's interchangeable with the words infatuation, like, care, and of course lust, be it is now synonymous with these terms, love has reached epic heights of triviality.
Life and it's feelings are considered monotonous, trivial, and not worth the efforts for which sequesters when maintaining such a property. When work is needed in, people think it's too hard, too much, too picky. They push, they give up, they squirm when they don't want to come face to face with something. I'm a fool in my days for love. Even though I'm not Christian, I do revere the Bible as an epic book, some with great proverbs to live by or acknowledge. Jesus speaks about love in the fullest and most real nature. The way I was taught to love, but never given growing up, the way I yearned to have so badly in love, but everyone shied away. The letters to Corinth give an insightful view on love: "Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up..." I can't put it any better, there is no quote in the world that can surmise what I've been reaching for my whole life and just can't seem to get in this day and age. It's all about the you, and you're considered ever so strong when you can only consider the you, and what it will give for you, and what it is worth for you. No one cares, no one truly can adhere to love in it's realist contexts. I know I would be there for this someone if things got raw and painful for her, I know yet and still that if she needed something, I would do what I can to be there. I think love shouldn't be a game, but it's one of those things we continue time and time again to test. Is it wrong to love then? If in fact just like right and wrong, it's all in given context, that must mean that love can be heinous in nature as well. I see that love and obsession are also frayed together. The riddle here is, what is it all worth? What does it all mean?
I'll tell you.
Love is a puzzle, to which we are given a piece, it's a different color, a different mold. Some people are givers, people who can love more than once, people who can love more than one, people who are composites of others, there are people who need to receive, people who contrast, but it's all about, no matter what the size, color, or shape, about the pieces fitting. Love is no game, love is life, and it's hard to live without it. Assurance that brighter days are ahead and a tussle of the hair is usually followed to those who lose it, and are subjected to playing this game society has made of this historic, and timeless ideal. I say I won't ever play this noise again. I know what it is, and I know what I want, and I'll be damned if I give it away, just to lose it again.
Feel free to leave your sentiments here, I would love to have a rousing and open discussion about this tricky topic.
Thanks,
Rex
