What is the world comming to?
She loves me...she loves me not. She loves me...she loves me not.
As obvious as this may seem, if you are picking petels off of a stupid flower to get closure, then maybe you will get the jist of this article.
If love( or what we call love) is only a will to posses, then how can we tell ourselves that this is love? We have become so used to lying to ourselves, that we wouldn't know love if we ate it for breakfast. Fimilar quotes and lines to some of my favorite songs run through my head on an everyday basis, but do I really comprehend what these words are telling me? Are they having an effect on the way I view myself? Are they defining this thing we've come to call "love?" Songs like O-Towns "Is it all- or nothing at all," this is what I'm talking about. The emotional draw it has on us can take us way out of the stage of formal reasoning and into this plethora of emotions and feelings that we feel make up this love. We have come to beleive that when we stop having these feelings, then love is gone. How have we learned to base love on our fickel emotions? Maybe you all have some good advice. I have to go, so I'll follow up on this later!
Live and learn,
Kinjruh