Friday, December 03, 2004


That 4-letter word..
Love. Eek. I swore not to write about it ever again, but I guess that just an impossible feat for someone like me who has innate romantic-impulses. I used to be a pathetic hopeless-romantic who gushed about love, mush, fate, and the likes. Why pathetic? For I used to think that love was the only thing in this world that could make me happy...love from someone of the opposite sex, that is. Don’t get me wrong, for I don’t have anything against those keen in love. What I am saying is that, too much notions regarding this thing called love can dry you up like a tropical tree in the Sahara desert. You’ll eventually get tired of waiting, and waiting, and waiting for the one to at least show up at your doorstep. You’ll get sick of the painful punches blown by your object of desires. What can sting you the most would be the fact that you’re willing to go through all this anguish and torment just for this one single individual who may not even know your name or for this person who sees you as just his friend. Weird though, for because of this love, we humans seize the purpose for our living in this world. And at the same time, because of love, we go through countless hurts and aches just to achieve what we want in life, that is happiness. Love can make you go blind, intentionally or by mistake. Your eyes and even your brain can shut down just like that because of this sudden feeling of bliss and butterflies. Sometimes this does good to people, but oftentimes this “power failure” can cause your whole system to veer off its track and lead you nowhere. Yes, love is such sweet yet painful thing. We can’t live without it, for living would be a agonizing occurrence for all of us if this sweet phenomenon would cease to exist. All we can do now is live with it. That’s right, live with it. Not on it, not over it...but with it. If you’ve tripped over love a couple of times already, you’ll get what I mean. Love shouldn’t be compared to the treatment you give to your pet (making it beg for nourishment, giving it commands like ”sit” or “roll, letting it lick your hand, etc.) [Try to see the similarities]. Nothing like that, please. Nor shall it be paralleled to the gratifying ill-gotten gains of supremacy and control over scoundrels of this society. Hence, it should be compared to the simple joys of life like receiving a text message from a long-forgotten comrade, or seeing your crush by the school gate before heading home, or maybe getting a compliment from your mother. Love should serve as a bridge for greater things. This doesn’t necessarily mean that you have to end up in paradise where ecstasy reigns and good thrives. Loving cannot assure one of happiness for it may lead to a dead end at times. Or it can also lead you to a bottomless pit even. But despite all these possible endings, one has to put to mind that loving should come with a brain with it. The heart alone cannot permit the whole body to survive, for the brain should function perfectly as well. So when you love, don’t ache for picture-perfect scenarios all the time. The darkness of the night shall take over the light of the morning every passing day, so remember to equip yourself with the proper “battle gear”. You’ll never know what to expect in the rotation of this love-reigned world of ours, so it will pay off if you’re always ready for combat. No, I am not implying that loving is excessively similar to wars and feuds. Sometimes you can consider that, but more often than not, love is converted endless conquests for contentment. That is one thing we human beings have not learned to perfect yet- the art of satisfaction or the course of being content. But we’re given time to learn it, right? So why not use this time wisely and find the way to love and contentment? Start now.

- n|x - was loved at 5:53 PM
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