How bitter does it sound when people say that love is a cruel thing? That love is nothing but fantasy?
I, for one, believed in love. Past tense. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t encourage it. Love can be found through different ways and though I’m not a fan like before, I am somehow still on the verge of considering it as something that is powerful enough to change the world. It may sound corny but I do think that; if love is as powerful as they say it is, then we wouldn’t wars. We wouldn’t have jealousy. We wouldn’t have deaths or deadly consequences like abortion! Isn’t it said in the Bible that love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.?
Love is as attainable as true honesty, true humanity. It is etched in our minds that love is the greatest thing because it saved us all. But the problem is, we really did not carry it. At least not forever. I mean, how are we so amazed by love stories like Romeo & Juliet? Triumphant love for human race like Esther or Moses’ tales? We are awed by all love we can not see everywhere every time because even though we like to think that it’s as real and concrete as air, it is not. I am not a bitter person. From the previous blogs written in my page, you know how love-sick I truly am. But we cannot say that we are unless we know its true meaning. From the passage above it said that “where there is knowledge, it will pass away” and we have gained this knowledge that it might be stronger than this element called Love. How many times have we taken advantage of it? How many times have we said it and not once meant it? I think I said it to my parents because I wanted to say it back. But a child does not know its true meaning until he claims consciousness. I think I did when I was around six or seven, when my mother cried in front of me as she was feeding me because she found out that my dad was cheating on her. I hugged her then and I felt that love, that strong feeling you get, and know that you want to protect this person and help this person and care for this person. With innocence, a child can gain true love. A child is not yet knowledgeable of the world and its powers that he can still see true beauty and what truth there is to love.
All these thoughts came to me tonight because a friend of mine is once again suffering. How strange and common this pull can be, right? Every one of us probably had a friend or two or ten, actually, that had break-ups and depression out of their romantic relationships. But we all differ in more ways, especially now, with me, because this friend is not only a friend but a mother with children and a new life that in an instant, fell apart for a little. The pain and suffering you can get from a silly thing like love is as severe as a bullet to the heart. The agony is most unbearable. But like everyone else in this entire universe, we move on and we keep going. We believe in such fairytale and it encourages us to live through all the shitty things because we know that we will triumph in the end. But we are mere casualties of our fates. We do not discover this until we reach the end of the line. So for now, I will not ruin it. I will not ruin the beautiful moments where you can sit at some bench in some park and enjoy eating each others faces while people stare at you and hide their children from what R-18 motion you’re doing. Moments build lives. Moments are all we really have. We do not have money. It will be taken away from us and its value only runs through the tangible things like bills and luxuries. We do not have friends. They will pass on and they will forget us at one point or another. We do not have faith. We question ourselves and our gods time and time again. But I know we hold on long enough until it’s not enough. We do not have will or truth. Everything in its own way is gone before we even realize it and all we’re left of are moments and one moment will remind you how love is, what love is and that it’s nothing until it is lived in.