Uro.Essence
Don Juan
I thought I'd come up with a topic slightly different then the others here, just ot get us thinking about something slightly different, yet still in scope.
SO is love real? Wether it is or not in any sense what is it?
If you want my opinion here it pretty much is in essay form lol feel free to read it if you want something thought provoking:
Love is a word, used far too often for the wrong reasons, people wanting to love, hoping they do, believing that the club fling is all so real. A word, nothing more. What matters is the emotion the word implies, the way we feel is real, love, a word, will never be real, except in the minds of the hopeful and hopeless. Once the connection is made every cloud has a silver lining, nothing can go wrong, nothing matters but the 'love' two people share. Therefore it would seem that love is bliss, wonderful, at least perfect, but only to the ignorant and those who hope for a world that will never exist.
'Love' provides a greater feeling than any other can possibly hope to achieve, but to lose that love, to lose grip on that connection, is unbearable. To lose the emotion is to lose yourself, the loss of this emotion makes death by any means seem like a relaxing get away, get away from the rotting corpse your heart has become. Many have died because of 'love', or at least claim to.
'LOVE', something that will never be real, people claim to kill themselves for love? If he kills himself for her, and she kills herself for him, do they really die for love, for each other, or simply die for themselves ? They are dieing for their pain not their partners. No one can die for love, because there are always others that love you, to kill yourself for what you think may be love is to kill love itself, one can not die for love, only for selfishness.
He who created the word love may just as well have created an endless cloud of piercing needles overlapping the Earth's skies. Don't get me wrong, I think the emotion called 'love' is the greatest thing there will ever be, unmatched by anything. At the same time i resent it, because I know that everything with a beginning must have an end, and the end of that emotion is the one, the only end i fear. In my opinion 'love', 'Hope', 'Dreams', are all exactly the same thing. They put images in our head, blissful images that we almost create as our reality, all three guide us and make us feel like we have something to live for, but Dreams end; we wake up, Hope fades; we lose sight of what was hoped for, Love dies; though it may never have even been there it still seems to die and take anyone holding onto it with it.
But then again if we didn't have a percieved reason to live, like pursuing love, our hopes and dreams.. then really why would we be living at all.. So in conclusion; Love is an emotion we strive to feel in our own pursuit of purpose.
SO is love real? Wether it is or not in any sense what is it?
If you want my opinion here it pretty much is in essay form lol feel free to read it if you want something thought provoking:
Love is a word, used far too often for the wrong reasons, people wanting to love, hoping they do, believing that the club fling is all so real. A word, nothing more. What matters is the emotion the word implies, the way we feel is real, love, a word, will never be real, except in the minds of the hopeful and hopeless. Once the connection is made every cloud has a silver lining, nothing can go wrong, nothing matters but the 'love' two people share. Therefore it would seem that love is bliss, wonderful, at least perfect, but only to the ignorant and those who hope for a world that will never exist.
'Love' provides a greater feeling than any other can possibly hope to achieve, but to lose that love, to lose grip on that connection, is unbearable. To lose the emotion is to lose yourself, the loss of this emotion makes death by any means seem like a relaxing get away, get away from the rotting corpse your heart has become. Many have died because of 'love', or at least claim to.
'LOVE', something that will never be real, people claim to kill themselves for love? If he kills himself for her, and she kills herself for him, do they really die for love, for each other, or simply die for themselves ? They are dieing for their pain not their partners. No one can die for love, because there are always others that love you, to kill yourself for what you think may be love is to kill love itself, one can not die for love, only for selfishness.
He who created the word love may just as well have created an endless cloud of piercing needles overlapping the Earth's skies. Don't get me wrong, I think the emotion called 'love' is the greatest thing there will ever be, unmatched by anything. At the same time i resent it, because I know that everything with a beginning must have an end, and the end of that emotion is the one, the only end i fear. In my opinion 'love', 'Hope', 'Dreams', are all exactly the same thing. They put images in our head, blissful images that we almost create as our reality, all three guide us and make us feel like we have something to live for, but Dreams end; we wake up, Hope fades; we lose sight of what was hoped for, Love dies; though it may never have even been there it still seems to die and take anyone holding onto it with it.
But then again if we didn't have a percieved reason to live, like pursuing love, our hopes and dreams.. then really why would we be living at all.. So in conclusion; Love is an emotion we strive to feel in our own pursuit of purpose.
