Ever thought about it?
Do we have to like someone to love them? To be with them?
To plegde our lives to them?
“Like” is easy to explain-its the sum total of the characteristics a person posesses that one reacts positively and instinctively to- its a feel good factor. A reaction we have in our physical being…our 5 senses
But love… what is love then? Is it just a chemical combustible reaction we will never ever understand? Uninformed blindness? Is love then nothing but a repayment or our past karmic debts that we have no control over?
I’m not talking only about amorous love here. But something much wider and all encompassing.Do we really love or parents/spouse/ brother sister blah blah? Would we actually love them if they were not blood or societal impositions forced us to beleive that we love them regardless of how they make us feel or how they really are as people?
Why do we feel compelled to love them even after knowing and experiencing that they dont meet our expectations of the role they are supposed to define in our lives?
Is it wrong to have any expectations of any other human being at all?
How can it be called love if it brings out the worst in you? Why do we feel gui;ty about rejecting something we know is not intrinsically good for us?
They say we chose our friends but not our relatives… So is that just good or bad karma then? Like i can chose my friends but what do i do about my…. Let me not go into any details here. My mother would get upset…ha ha ha
Maybe I’m having that time of the month-my mind is skewed by my hormones gone haywire. But still its worth a thought
Is it too pompous to say that those we love should be worthy of our love? Regardless of blood or societal impositions or just plain habit?
How can you love someone you intensely dislike?
OMG! will there ever be a day when my confusion ceases and clarity reigns…
I think not…for then i will die and all art will cease.
For art is nothing but an abilty to give form to and merge the dichotomy of how an individual mind sees things differently from the way the rest of the world perceives it. Some people call it scizophrenia…me i just call it having a fun time 🙂