Love.. Ah! Pity that you think that it exists.
There is no love on the planet. Its just a concept that sells.
Well, digest this. What if you were born to someone other than who your mother is, another pretty woman maybe. Would you still not love your mother, whoever she is? Doesn't everyone love his/her mother? Its not about the love my dear. Its about the need. Most of the times, we depend on people. And that dependence is reciprocated. Thus, we begin to feel it is love. What if all the people in your life did not have a role to play in your life at all? We depend on everyone in our lives. Some for emotional requirements (by that I mean - the requirements to be close to someone, someone to hear us talk and attempt to make sense out of it, someone to make us feel important, someone to make us feel that even when the entire planet is up against us, someone, somewhere still believes that we are the best thing since sliced bread, and the works!) and some others for other, more practical, material requirements. For example, we all need a driver, a cook, a gardener, a sweeper, a maid, a spouse, so on and so forth for obvious and similar reasons. Similarly, we need parents too. We did not choose our parents. We got delivered to them by default. Figuratively speaking, we did not even choose our friends, circumstances made them our friends.
And the same people stay in our lives as they made it a better place (momentarily at that)
Ever wondered if you would really care to be the same to people all throughout?
Ever wondered who conned the term "taken for granted" and for what reason?
Well, for starters, why don't you begin with wondering why people change in the first place?
They change because the circumstances make them change. They change because they get bored of being nice to us. No one can be nice to us. I have friends who have been in relationships for a long long time. Too long to form an opinion. Too long to judge the person. What is the point of it all, if I may ask? The person they loved on day 1 has evolved into an entirely different person, and now they still stick to each other like parasites. They could have been in love with someone else as well. Would it have made any difference in the situation? Well, I dont think so.
People is a funny concept. I always get jealous of people who have a short memory. Its so much fun to not know someone. Actually anyone. If the place was just so full of strangers who wouldn't want to know one another, people would not really care to judge you or to take home ill-memories, the world could be a peaceful place. After a judgement is already passed, its difficult not just to change it but also to prevent it from deteriorating. The "Knight in Shining Armour" always ends up being the "Retard in Tin Foil." Or maybe I'm just expecting too much. Both sides of the coin are possible. And, figuratively speaking, both bring the same point home.
This was another one of the posts that I had not published due to lack of sense making capacities.
However, I publish it now.
Sincere apologies.
See ya around.
There is no love on the planet. Its just a concept that sells.
Well, digest this. What if you were born to someone other than who your mother is, another pretty woman maybe. Would you still not love your mother, whoever she is? Doesn't everyone love his/her mother? Its not about the love my dear. Its about the need. Most of the times, we depend on people. And that dependence is reciprocated. Thus, we begin to feel it is love. What if all the people in your life did not have a role to play in your life at all? We depend on everyone in our lives. Some for emotional requirements (by that I mean - the requirements to be close to someone, someone to hear us talk and attempt to make sense out of it, someone to make us feel important, someone to make us feel that even when the entire planet is up against us, someone, somewhere still believes that we are the best thing since sliced bread, and the works!) and some others for other, more practical, material requirements. For example, we all need a driver, a cook, a gardener, a sweeper, a maid, a spouse, so on and so forth for obvious and similar reasons. Similarly, we need parents too. We did not choose our parents. We got delivered to them by default. Figuratively speaking, we did not even choose our friends, circumstances made them our friends.
And the same people stay in our lives as they made it a better place (momentarily at that)
Ever wondered if you would really care to be the same to people all throughout?
Ever wondered who conned the term "taken for granted" and for what reason?
Well, for starters, why don't you begin with wondering why people change in the first place?
They change because the circumstances make them change. They change because they get bored of being nice to us. No one can be nice to us. I have friends who have been in relationships for a long long time. Too long to form an opinion. Too long to judge the person. What is the point of it all, if I may ask? The person they loved on day 1 has evolved into an entirely different person, and now they still stick to each other like parasites. They could have been in love with someone else as well. Would it have made any difference in the situation? Well, I dont think so.
People is a funny concept. I always get jealous of people who have a short memory. Its so much fun to not know someone. Actually anyone. If the place was just so full of strangers who wouldn't want to know one another, people would not really care to judge you or to take home ill-memories, the world could be a peaceful place. After a judgement is already passed, its difficult not just to change it but also to prevent it from deteriorating. The "Knight in Shining Armour" always ends up being the "Retard in Tin Foil." Or maybe I'm just expecting too much. Both sides of the coin are possible. And, figuratively speaking, both bring the same point home.
This was another one of the posts that I had not published due to lack of sense making capacities.
However, I publish it now.
Sincere apologies.
See ya around.