Little Thoughts on Love

The good remains good so long as nothing butchers it, claiming only second best or worse, the worst. Love is a good thing that it deserves a place on the pedestal. But someone can always attest that it is never easy. Love on a journey is one hell of a ride! (speaking on behalf of the millions that chose to love or bumped into someone's heart -- this is beyond cheesiness!).

In relationships, the propensity to be idealistic is but normal. This perhaps started when we were kids when the neighbor of reality was a fairy tale of kings and queens, and of princes and princesses. It was a quest that ended a happy ending -- now, a wishful thinking. If the stars don't align in our favor, we land on the twisted side of the story we hoped and prayed for. Setting a high standard for ourselves only breeds disappointments and desperation, and we would become jaded souls searching for the true meaning of love. Should you be hard and impose a standard on yourself, then make it as conservative as it should be, because you would never learn to love yourself, always trying to prove anything or to meet any standard (bah! as if an expert! ha ha!).

When we love, with it are the capacity to share love and the willingness to be vulnerable. It only gets complicated when it is one-sided -- no reciprocation. Sure it sucks, stinks, that it hurts. The relationship turns sour, better separate ways before the drama explodes into climax. It wouldn't make sense trying to work it out when one already gave up. It takes two to tango.

Well, I can't think of any thing anymore. I feel dried up, squeezing my mind. To be honest, more questions are swirling around my head than just mere thoughts. But these questions are better off unanswered, I guess. Knowing the answers might stink and burn, and that would hurt.