Since this topic has once again been brought to the forefront of my mind due to a certain baby who visits me on a daily basis, and seems to have my mother wrapped around her little finger. I decided I'll post something I wrote a long time ago called "the persuit of love..." Seems more and more likely that my persuit will end in tragedy these days, but I guess it never hurts to hope and dream in the wee hours of the night, witnessed only by the stars...
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To fully understand the persuit of love, you have to first ask yourself. What is love?
Is it the first time you stole that look at the boy sitting in the seat across the room, or the first kiss, stolen behind the bike shed at school? Is it the first fight between would be lovers, and its sweet make up after, when he promises to never do it again? Is it the first time you said "I love you", is it the first time he wispered it to you? Is it the first time he did something to break your heart, or the first time you forgave him? Is it when you realised you've lost him forever, or when he turns up at your door step admiting he could never live with out you...
Love to me, is as simple as the things above. But Love has long been marketed as a specific thing, the time when heaven opens and you hear music every time your around her. Love is expensive jewlery, and heavy scented perfume. Love is candle lit dinners, and boat cruises across the seas. Love is running through sprinklers on a warm Paris night, or crusing down the Venis canals, champagn in hand. Love has turned from feeling to what you could do/pay/buy for the one you loved... And that kinda love is what the people of today choose to persue.
Love like everything else in this world, is slowly turning into a fast food type of thing. It is no longer about understanding, compromises and responsibility. Why care about these silly things, when you could just ditch the one you have, and trade her for a younger more made up version at the nearest club. As long as you have money, you wouldn't even need to buy things for a girl. A flash of your fararri, or a trip on that jet boat and she'll happily let you take what ever you want from her. The marriage between money and beauty, the age old paradox so many seem to persue, yet many do so even with out any knowledge...
There is a now a multi-billion dollar industry for those of us who do not have the time, or wish to put in the effort for love. They act as if love is a commodity, easily found if you shift through enough sand. And us, in our nievety, fall into the simpliest trap casted by Pandora... Hope. In our persuit of that marketed love, we chase after fleeting promises and undeliverable results. In today's society of "If you haven't achieved, its because you haven't tried hard enough" we try harder, and longer, and pay more. What we receive in return is but an empty promise, the Pandora's box, already empty before we've even opened it's locks.
Love is when they take your hands in theirs on a cold day, use their warm hands to warm yours. Love is the soft touch of hand on your waist, as they softly direct you away from danger. Love is that fresh cup of coffee early in the morning, when they know you've had a rough night. Love is when you happily watch them wash the dishes, then secretly wash the spots they missed. Love is when your unable to sleep, until you've heard his snores. Love is when you call him, then realising you only needed to hear his voice.
Most important thing of all. Love is not what you could do for the person, or what you could buy for them. Love is a thought, that creeps into your head late at night, and chases away loneliness.
