Sunday 21 February 2010

not for sale...


i wonder why when we grow older, we stop believe in stories? is it because our imagination is uncapable of understanding and intepret them, or because we've heard so many of them by the time we get old, that we don't want to be disapointed every time they end,and we realise that they're actually just stories. i don't know why, but i don't want to be non believer. i don't want to end up grumpy and dull one day. there are many interpretations of what is love. i usually go with the one that it is meere chemistry that provides our specie to reproduce and by feeling love we are able to atract a mate to produce our offspring. nothing phylosophical about it, totally rational and easy to adopt right? well, why then it is so hard when one of the mates does not go with the procedure, we understand it. why for god's sake does it hurt, and it takes so long to get over it...if it is just a tool against extinction?

i don't know the answer. but the closest one i've come up with is this one. because we are cursed with ability to think. we can not merely do what our nature tells us to do and not think about the reason for doing it. so we give meanning to things, and one of them we've named love and it is one of the most hot themes we talk about, think about, sing about, dream about.
spiritualists call it the ultimate feeling, the source of everything. of course there is also a discussion about different types of love. and lots of interpreteurs think that love between two people is lower rated than other types. and everyone agrees on one thing, and that is...that the most important version of love is the love towards thyself. and the second one, right after that one is love towards everything around us, all living creatures, the one they say only few can feel, and many fail to achieve, yet many try all their lives. divine love. but here i ask, how can one even try to achieve divine feeling of love if one fails with love towards another human being. what is harder? and who's fault it is if love between two, does not remain?


my heart is definetly not for sale, and i wouldn't give it up ever. but i would like to share what's hidden inside it.

1 comment:

Lily Lang said...

I wonder as like you. but pls believe art.