Upon Further Examination of Love
Who is anyone else to demand or feel it is owed to them to fall in love?
What sort of person blinds themselves with the idea of natural goodness only to come to the harsh reality that love is work?
Love is dependency to function. Maybe for a few brief "Haven't gotten to really know your pheromone smell" years it is passion and pain and happiness. But after a while I think most people are too comfortable with the pattern of life to ever consider breaking it. It's only when a variable that calls for a break arrives and a moral downfall comes about that marriages and loves break apart.
Who is anyone to believe that their love will come back to them?
Who is anyone to try and hang on in torture forever?
We hang on because it's easier than moving on. It's easier to judge than to except new things. It makes things simple when you try and compare everyone. It allows you never to get close to anything. It let's you sit an hope instead of getting up and living.
