sometimes its the smallest decisions that can change your life forever.

sometimes its the smallest decisions that can change your life forever.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

What is Love?

Just some food for thought with this one folks: 

What is love? What is it that makes us seemingly lose ourselves in spite of... ourselves? Optimists may choose to believe that love is simply our souls recognition of its counterpart in another. Pessimists may choose to believe that love is just seeing past the obvious flaws in our chosen counterpart. Either way, love is and always will remain one of the greatest mysteries in this life.

So then I ask myself, where does this thing we call “love” all begin? Does it begin with that initial attraction to another's physical appearance? If that is the case... what does that say about love other than the fact that it starts at a rather vain level. And for those who have been blessed with an outward beauty, beauty truly is a curse, isn’t it?

Allow me to explain myself: It’s undeniable that what we all really want in life is to be loved and accepted for who we really are. That statement carries much deeper than just a physical means of attraction.
Every physically beautiful human out there can agree with me in admitting that they have thought (perhaps on more than one occasion), “Does he/she really love me for me? Or am I merely just a trophy prize they can carry on their right arm?”

I mean...let’s face the obvious facts here, people. We are human. We are selfish beings who strive for instant gratification to fulfill our immediate needs. We all want the best of the best. So, naturally we look for that in our chosen counterpart. But that’s not really what it’s all about now, is it?

If I were to be honest, I am fighting to believe that chivalry is not dead. But, after endless unsuccessful dates and being treated like a mere “piece of ass” time and time again, my doubts are rising.

Are their still men out there who strive to be gentlemen? Who put their mate before themselves? Who think it’s nothing short of amazing to still hand pick flowers “just because” or be at your bedside fighting with you when you’re ill. Someone who would answer the phone in the middle of the night and calm your fears. One who would kiss your tears as they stream down your face and take the time out of their busy schedule to hold you for hours if that's what you desired or needed. Someone who listens, who understands its the simple things in life that matter the most. And someone who wouldn’t let a perfectly good heart break if it was the last thing left to do on this Earth.

Fortunately and unfortunately, I have had my heart broken. Fortunately because I would rather feel everything there is to feel than nothing at all, and I have learned only what deep sorrow and heartache can teach. Unfortunately because... well, it doesn't feel good.

Too often, I come across men who feel as though women are expendable to them. Kudos! Good for them. That's the safe route. They don’t get hurt that way either. I may put myself out there and do a lot of irrational things but at least I know I’m a lot closer to finding true love that way. 

And with that being said, I still choose to believe in fairytales and still believe that my fairytale love story is out there somewhere, waiting to unfold and be told.