Sunday, March 29, 2009
Random Thoughts
I think that for everyone, there is one person (at a time) who loves you and one person whom you love. Ideally, it's the same. Often it is not..
Is love an "upgrade" to friendship or is it just a different feeling? How come that the transfer from friendship to love is very possible, love to friendship however extremely rare?
Is friendship the base for everything? Could I love someone with whom I can't imagine to be friends?
I have heard from several people that loving means to be happy when the loved person is, even if it is without you, that love is your personal thing and doesn't really have anything to do with the other. Is it, really? Am only I so selfish that I want him to be happy with me? It's not that I'd want him to be unhappy if he doesn't love me, I would just stop loving him after some time.
What is love anyway? The all consuming passionate "I can't live without you and would rather kill myself than trying" feeling from the movies? I seriously doubt it (or to say it with Sheldon "I hardly think so"). Maybe it is much more silent and has many different ways of expressing itself. Someone who bears with your moods. Who travels 200 km by train to drive you back in your own car because you have fallen ill at your friend's place. Who does your taxes for you. Who makes an effort to please your parents. Who doesn't criticise but supports all your attempts.
If I were proposed for marriage, white gold ring with solitaire sapphire surrounded by little diamonds (Libran after all) included, would I squeak and jump at his neck or would I think: What a waste, think of all the photo equipment I could have had for that money?
When do you stop being a child? When are you allowed to take your own decisions, however risky they may be? Without answering to anyone, especially not your mother? When will you be trusted to have enough common sense to do the right thing even far away from home?
Questions over questions... and you say you feel interrogated - when I don't even have answers to myself..
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Err...is that post a poem? :(
talldarkman
do you feel challenged? :p
what if you get all the answers? what if the search ends? Dear libran - clever we are at questioning about all that we already know of. We just love to see our answers change!
and that's the insanity in us - trying the same thing again and expecting the outcome to change..
change is the only constant. (<--- trying to sound intellectual in the company of intellectuals)
talldarkman
PS : I know my comment makes no sense, but i am not able to decipher any of the earlier ones either. :(
Isn't it amusing that while talking about one side of the coin, we often think refractively through its other side. The best lines of this post according to me are the first two lines; rest of all is 'interesting' pondering over an overrated concept - love. By the way, the other side of the coin is pain, which is what you supposedly are alluring to.
Hello Everybody:
It's better not to know much about Love. This makes life Simple, Easy, Flexible, Fun, Freedom and Experimenting . Now-a-day, nobody has time to think about the bullshit.
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