I was strolling along Harrison, walking towards Division and the #49 downtown, and thinking about Love. It's been a hot topic on my mind in the last month or so. But not in the "OMG I need a brand new lover!" kind of way. More like the "Why do we fall in love?" way.
I'm speaking in the romantic Love kind of way, for this post at least. Also, I recognise not everyone has romantic emotions towards others. I'm talking about those with the want to find romantic Love.
Why do we fall in Love? What does it mean, that we have this emotion towards someone? Where does it come from, and where does it go when we fall 'out of Love'? Do we ever really fall out of Love with someone, or do they always carry a piece of our Heart?
I think the biggest question I stumbled over was, Why do we keep searching for Love after Heartbreak? Because it Hurts, it Hurts so much, to have all of this emotion for someone and they don't return it. Why would we put ourselves through the emotional tumult again (and again and again)? Is the lure and thrill of Love so much that we would risk our Hearts again? Is Love a drug? Are we addicted?
Am I addicted? Do I crave it---
No. I don't. It's nice when I stumble upon it, but to quote Bono, "I've had enough of romantic love. I give it up...." I'd rather redistribute my energy to building up my resume with volunteer work.
Now, a cuddle buddy. We can definitely talk.......
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