At that point in life when the world around you is in peril of various things, recessions, depressions, dealing with egos, issues, personal matters, professional, financial and other such matters, you tend to take a step back, and look in from the outside as far as possible, and wonder what in the name of God (or Hell or the devil if you prefer) is going on here.
Its not like I'm really clued in to what I'm writing about, but I want to write so I'm writing. I'm writing about life, music, love, who knows... definitely love, in some form or the other.
I read an interesting article about various things and advice on life. Love was a small part of it, but it was love all the same. Now, much as I'd like to be the badass writing a lot of sarcastic, not too nice, semi-heartbroken ex-gf or muse songs, they were based on something, some form of hurt, and it definitely wasn't physical or egoistic. Maybe it was love, maybe it wasn't . I guess its one of those few words that all of us take for granted. You can love anything, anyone, but you won't know about the strength of it, till you've been through a little.
People have gotten married and done other things for a lot less than love. Or then, what could be considered love. Chances are, I'm probably considered quite the failure in that department - trail of hurt women, unsuccessful relationships, people generally sending enough bad karma and spreading plenty of false rumours about me. Sometimes, when there's nothing to watch or read, its fun, beyond that, you really feel that people just don't have much to do in life save talk about things that really don't exist. Its the biggest game of make believe (well, that and urban Feminism).
We've all said things, done things, and everything is passed off as fleeting, or relative (not in the sleeping with your cousin inbred sense) , or then at varying levels of intensity. But let me say this, there is such a thing as real love. I've probably gone over it, and over analysed it, and torn it apart, and broken it down, and then re-synthesized it. Maybe you already know it, or think you do. Maybe you already think you have it, but you're not sure. Maybe you've got it but you don't know it. Maybe you'll just never experience it, or then it'll simply come and go without you realising it. Or then, maybe you'll just chance upon it a little further along the way, and realise, and compare (not in a quantitative sense) and then understand what it is truly about .
Believe me, love comes as much from the head as it does the heart - because if you didn't really think it through then you wouldn't understand what that person really means to you, and then it would just be an impulse .
But then, maybe you'll find it, and it'll be something that could be taken away from you at any given point for no fault of your own, except that it probably wasn't your fate ( or some other such resignation). How you react after that, is up to you, it could make you, or just as easily break you. But when you have it, and you've reached that point, or plateau or hill range or whatever you want to call it, that feeling, that joy, the understanding of what that point is, is there to stay. You KNOW what it is (Greatness, no matter how short lived, stays with a man)..
You will always know when something is less, when it deserves less, when you gave less, when it warranted less, when it was or is simply not at the level that you now know. Anything more, can only be better, but by and large, anything less, will always be just settling. And settling is a compromise that is completely up to you, because settling, and settling down is more like asking for petrol in a rocket ship versus throwing out an anchor on a dry hill and setting up camp forever on Mount I-Lack-Lifelong-progress-because-I'm-pseudo-content.
So, from me, hardly an expert on the topic of love, here's me, maybe providing a bit of an insight, for various (personal realisations and thoughts) , on what is, what could be, and what if......
Whatever happens, love deeply, intensely, fiercely, and yet with an abundant calmness that shows the truth and maturity behind the sentiment, and that it is true, unconditional, uncompromising, and truly all it is portrayed to be.
Live a little folks...
I do hope this made for some good reading.
Cheers,
Beast
Its not like I'm really clued in to what I'm writing about, but I want to write so I'm writing. I'm writing about life, music, love, who knows... definitely love, in some form or the other.
I read an interesting article about various things and advice on life. Love was a small part of it, but it was love all the same. Now, much as I'd like to be the badass writing a lot of sarcastic, not too nice, semi-heartbroken ex-gf or muse songs, they were based on something, some form of hurt, and it definitely wasn't physical or egoistic. Maybe it was love, maybe it wasn't . I guess its one of those few words that all of us take for granted. You can love anything, anyone, but you won't know about the strength of it, till you've been through a little.
People have gotten married and done other things for a lot less than love. Or then, what could be considered love. Chances are, I'm probably considered quite the failure in that department - trail of hurt women, unsuccessful relationships, people generally sending enough bad karma and spreading plenty of false rumours about me. Sometimes, when there's nothing to watch or read, its fun, beyond that, you really feel that people just don't have much to do in life save talk about things that really don't exist. Its the biggest game of make believe (well, that and urban Feminism).
We've all said things, done things, and everything is passed off as fleeting, or relative (not in the sleeping with your cousin inbred sense) , or then at varying levels of intensity. But let me say this, there is such a thing as real love. I've probably gone over it, and over analysed it, and torn it apart, and broken it down, and then re-synthesized it. Maybe you already know it, or think you do. Maybe you already think you have it, but you're not sure. Maybe you've got it but you don't know it. Maybe you'll just never experience it, or then it'll simply come and go without you realising it. Or then, maybe you'll just chance upon it a little further along the way, and realise, and compare (not in a quantitative sense) and then understand what it is truly about .
Believe me, love comes as much from the head as it does the heart - because if you didn't really think it through then you wouldn't understand what that person really means to you, and then it would just be an impulse .
But then, maybe you'll find it, and it'll be something that could be taken away from you at any given point for no fault of your own, except that it probably wasn't your fate ( or some other such resignation). How you react after that, is up to you, it could make you, or just as easily break you. But when you have it, and you've reached that point, or plateau or hill range or whatever you want to call it, that feeling, that joy, the understanding of what that point is, is there to stay. You KNOW what it is (Greatness, no matter how short lived, stays with a man)..
You will always know when something is less, when it deserves less, when you gave less, when it warranted less, when it was or is simply not at the level that you now know. Anything more, can only be better, but by and large, anything less, will always be just settling. And settling is a compromise that is completely up to you, because settling, and settling down is more like asking for petrol in a rocket ship versus throwing out an anchor on a dry hill and setting up camp forever on Mount I-Lack-Lifelong-progress-because-I'm-pseudo-content.
So, from me, hardly an expert on the topic of love, here's me, maybe providing a bit of an insight, for various (personal realisations and thoughts) , on what is, what could be, and what if......
Whatever happens, love deeply, intensely, fiercely, and yet with an abundant calmness that shows the truth and maturity behind the sentiment, and that it is true, unconditional, uncompromising, and truly all it is portrayed to be.
Live a little folks...
I do hope this made for some good reading.
Cheers,
Beast
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