I love metaphors so it's metaphor time. What if love were a sword? To me, if it were, the two natural edges would be happiness, and all the emotions that come with it and sadness with the same. You couldn't have one without the other, they both are integral to the central theme. One you would say is a tool, the other a weapon. In any case, the weird thing about it is, why is it, when there can be so much love and happiness, why does there have to be an equal amount of sadness. It seems to me that if you had one the other would diminish. Doesn't work out that way though. Seems more like the more one grows, the larger the capacity the other one has as well. Which really sucks when you think about it. That the thing that can make you the happiest can conversely also make you the saddest. Can make you the sanest and the craziest. A paradoxical conundrum if you will.
Beyond that, what fascinates me that most is that we don't care. We'd do anything for love, including widening the sadness threshold to a terrifying size, just because those moments of insane happiness make it all worthwhile. No wonder people say we are all fools in love, that it is a madness. But alas, I can't really say much of anything to disagree with any of those statements. Being in love myself, I would rather fight with my love every day than fake being happy with anyone else. I live for the happy times and am more than willing to embrace the sadness along with the happy.
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