Esoteric
Apr 23, 2004, 08:59 PM
Ok let me begin. Well the best way to start with would be to explain what I think love actually is. I think that belief that there is a single match or person that we are destined to meet is hilarious. I once believed this, until I found myself thinking that I had found that person about twenty times.
My heart has been broken so many times that falling in love with someone now means very little, because it happens so easily. I see love as only a perspective in which is a part of us, and has absolutely no link to another person having some connection with the other. That is not to say that you can fall in love with anyone, or that you can even fall in love at all. It is to say that if you fall in love with someone, you could fall in love with many people, because you only need the capacity to accept yourself to love someone.
Also if you are one of those people who would say to this, "I have only loved one person and I know that I could never love anybody else." That is bullshit. Even if you have known this person for many years and only then came to love them because the love you came to have was not easily achieved, you could have just as well known some other random girl/guy that would take years to fall in love with. But the point is the possibily would be there and that finding the idea of finding the "special someone" is a complete joke because some of us, such as me, are surrounded by them.
I do believe that it is possible to find someone that is perfect for you in every way or close to, but I do not believe that there is only one person in the world that could do this and that only the designated perspective of our own love determines who this person we think is worth loving as our own would be the only person we could possibly love.
This being my opinion of what love is, I find myself confused. I think it is safe to say that breaking my heart by loving someone has happened to me many a time, and yet I choose to keep on doing it to myself. I will sometimes tell myself that I will never love again because in the end I have always end up being hurt.
I once had a girlfriend for two years, that I dedicated myself completely to. I never even talked with any other girls while I was with her, she was my everything. Yet, after two years, I found myself bored with her. I decided that I wanted to end the relationship with her a build a new one with someone else. I did just that. I stopped talking with her and she eventually came around to telling me that she had given up on us remaining together and we went our seperate ways.
Since then I have been stuck in a cycle that I don't see a way of ever coming out of. Most any girl that shows me the least bit of attention has become a target for me to impose my own desires. I will test her, see who she is and if I could win her love. If I lose, I feel hurt and more driven to have her, if I win, I become bored or realize that it was to easy or a waste of my time which also hurts me. So all in all, love can only hurt me, more than anything. Yet the drive for it continues.
Just to share one moment in a mutual feeling of love can lead to a week or even months of confusing pain and thoughts, yet I strive for those moments. This also becomes a building block for an overall feeling of pain for each and every girl I have loved and lost, or fell out of love with. I try to learn from the mistakes, but I have found that I can never know females well enough to predict exactly what they will do, how I should react to them to earn their love, but that it will only end in pain, that is the only guarantee. Although I know that this feeling of pain only comes from within, not that all girls in some way find a way to hurt me but that I find some way to let what they do hurt me no matter who they are.
So it really comes down to only wanting more love after falling away from it. While feeling the pain of losing it, wanting it, and not being able to obtain it from someone that I want it from or finding they are just different than which I had thought. I know things will not change, that my desire for love will always be there. But it feels like a disease when the only thing I enjoy is creating love or earning love and then moving on to the next after finding the pain that it brings to me. An endless cycle of emotion and drama of which I live in, this is my world.
If no drama exists, I will force it upon myself for it to exist. My comfort zone becomes the pain, because that is all I know of. All I can live with, all that will ever bring me the feelings in which I expect. I ask myself why I do it, why I would hurt myself with the likely possiblity that I will hurt another in the process. Maybe it is selfish of me. I am not sure. All I know is that I can not, I will not, ever stop searching for an absolute love in where I can feel alive in a moment of passion no matter how few and far between.
In a warped way I guess I enjoy the love and pain cause and effect that I always create. Yet the question remains, the confusion burdens, and I keep wishing that things would change. The thought that in some way things will suddenly be given to me, and pain will cease to exist. My life is the drive for dreams that excede the realm of possiblily, at least in terms of what we are even capable of. With the underlying foundation being that of a love that could trancend all love and show me a direction that would give me the way off the cycle of love and pain. Yet my expectations are so unrealistic that if they even came close I wouldn't even know what to do with myself because it wouldn't be me, I can't live in a dream if that dream is truth.
I only want the pursuit of dreams, not the consequences of reality. So maybe I am not down to earth as much as I wished, maybe I will never be as successful as I dream due to my 'out of this world' type of thinking. I may never obtain the happiness in which I seek, but it is my way of life. My emotions have overtaken every part of me that determines right from wrong. Lost within my own confusion and desires.
So why I ask. Why do I love if the love means nothing, when my entire life changes and I can't control my own value system because I only want another's love? When I seem to distance myself more and more from the truth of reality, from stress, by this everlasting search of love?
I really feel hopeless. I can't dwell in it because it is better to try and be happy no matter what, to live in a solace of comfort. But I wish it was not so important to me, I wish I could live in the mind of a child forever where no pain exists for a quench of love from another person. Where the path of life is a climb of unknowns and not a fall of lies.
The depression sets in, and all is not well. A clear mind would be so much better, not this trash of stress I have now.
To worry, to want, to hurt -- forever.
My heart has been broken so many times that falling in love with someone now means very little, because it happens so easily. I see love as only a perspective in which is a part of us, and has absolutely no link to another person having some connection with the other. That is not to say that you can fall in love with anyone, or that you can even fall in love at all. It is to say that if you fall in love with someone, you could fall in love with many people, because you only need the capacity to accept yourself to love someone.
Also if you are one of those people who would say to this, "I have only loved one person and I know that I could never love anybody else." That is bullshit. Even if you have known this person for many years and only then came to love them because the love you came to have was not easily achieved, you could have just as well known some other random girl/guy that would take years to fall in love with. But the point is the possibily would be there and that finding the idea of finding the "special someone" is a complete joke because some of us, such as me, are surrounded by them.
I do believe that it is possible to find someone that is perfect for you in every way or close to, but I do not believe that there is only one person in the world that could do this and that only the designated perspective of our own love determines who this person we think is worth loving as our own would be the only person we could possibly love.
This being my opinion of what love is, I find myself confused. I think it is safe to say that breaking my heart by loving someone has happened to me many a time, and yet I choose to keep on doing it to myself. I will sometimes tell myself that I will never love again because in the end I have always end up being hurt.
I once had a girlfriend for two years, that I dedicated myself completely to. I never even talked with any other girls while I was with her, she was my everything. Yet, after two years, I found myself bored with her. I decided that I wanted to end the relationship with her a build a new one with someone else. I did just that. I stopped talking with her and she eventually came around to telling me that she had given up on us remaining together and we went our seperate ways.
Since then I have been stuck in a cycle that I don't see a way of ever coming out of. Most any girl that shows me the least bit of attention has become a target for me to impose my own desires. I will test her, see who she is and if I could win her love. If I lose, I feel hurt and more driven to have her, if I win, I become bored or realize that it was to easy or a waste of my time which also hurts me. So all in all, love can only hurt me, more than anything. Yet the drive for it continues.
Just to share one moment in a mutual feeling of love can lead to a week or even months of confusing pain and thoughts, yet I strive for those moments. This also becomes a building block for an overall feeling of pain for each and every girl I have loved and lost, or fell out of love with. I try to learn from the mistakes, but I have found that I can never know females well enough to predict exactly what they will do, how I should react to them to earn their love, but that it will only end in pain, that is the only guarantee. Although I know that this feeling of pain only comes from within, not that all girls in some way find a way to hurt me but that I find some way to let what they do hurt me no matter who they are.
So it really comes down to only wanting more love after falling away from it. While feeling the pain of losing it, wanting it, and not being able to obtain it from someone that I want it from or finding they are just different than which I had thought. I know things will not change, that my desire for love will always be there. But it feels like a disease when the only thing I enjoy is creating love or earning love and then moving on to the next after finding the pain that it brings to me. An endless cycle of emotion and drama of which I live in, this is my world.
If no drama exists, I will force it upon myself for it to exist. My comfort zone becomes the pain, because that is all I know of. All I can live with, all that will ever bring me the feelings in which I expect. I ask myself why I do it, why I would hurt myself with the likely possiblity that I will hurt another in the process. Maybe it is selfish of me. I am not sure. All I know is that I can not, I will not, ever stop searching for an absolute love in where I can feel alive in a moment of passion no matter how few and far between.
In a warped way I guess I enjoy the love and pain cause and effect that I always create. Yet the question remains, the confusion burdens, and I keep wishing that things would change. The thought that in some way things will suddenly be given to me, and pain will cease to exist. My life is the drive for dreams that excede the realm of possiblily, at least in terms of what we are even capable of. With the underlying foundation being that of a love that could trancend all love and show me a direction that would give me the way off the cycle of love and pain. Yet my expectations are so unrealistic that if they even came close I wouldn't even know what to do with myself because it wouldn't be me, I can't live in a dream if that dream is truth.
I only want the pursuit of dreams, not the consequences of reality. So maybe I am not down to earth as much as I wished, maybe I will never be as successful as I dream due to my 'out of this world' type of thinking. I may never obtain the happiness in which I seek, but it is my way of life. My emotions have overtaken every part of me that determines right from wrong. Lost within my own confusion and desires.
So why I ask. Why do I love if the love means nothing, when my entire life changes and I can't control my own value system because I only want another's love? When I seem to distance myself more and more from the truth of reality, from stress, by this everlasting search of love?
I really feel hopeless. I can't dwell in it because it is better to try and be happy no matter what, to live in a solace of comfort. But I wish it was not so important to me, I wish I could live in the mind of a child forever where no pain exists for a quench of love from another person. Where the path of life is a climb of unknowns and not a fall of lies.
The depression sets in, and all is not well. A clear mind would be so much better, not this trash of stress I have now.
To worry, to want, to hurt -- forever.