Love...Something one will pursue with all their heart, head, mind, soul blah blah blah. Something that drives one so insane that in an instant they would throw away all of their life's accomplishments, friends, relations and every other material, non-material, prized possessions or souvenirs down the drain without a moment's hesitation. That too for something that, at times makes no sense to them at all, and drives them crazy beyond limit. Aren't all these characteristics of an obsession? Being so deeply in love with the idea of love that it hinders clear vision(societal norms or whatever, i have no idea what clear vision is, purpose of life and higher stuff that always make me dizzy). Some may argue it ain't an obsession, it's a world where flowers blossom, dreams fly and all other fairy tale gooey stuff happens and some may say it's a good obsession. But if it's an all divine, once in a lifetime, membership opportunity to happiness club, how come everytime a heart breaks the divine life goes out the window, directly down to stinking sewers and all of a sudden love is the worst thing that could have happened to you. But then again all it takes is the next ship, you are on it and ahoy! hoot hoot you are up and away. One may argue that, that's the beauty of love, everytime it happens it's good and new, it's healing and refreshing and remedial and _____________________________ . So then it ain't that special, is it? Isn't it hypocritical? Isn't it more of a convenience? A little something to disguise our more basic carnal and emotional desires, to be desired, to be sought after? And ain't that considered bad?
PS: Just a train of thought
