Just a thought
Sunday, January 22nd, 2006A pretentiously profound thought that i entertained over drinks and conversation…
Love is nothing but a series of happy coincidences. (Yes, you can quote me on that, Monica…and add it to my 8-year old "Things change, people change, feelings change.")
It is our dogged pursuit of that one true thing that drives us to make connections between the most unrelated events, to see signs where others see blank walls, to read l-o-v-e into that which is familiar, comfortable, and merely satisfying. And it works, for a while, for as long as our happy minds are numbed into believing that it is real. The challenge begins when someone wakes up, smells the coffee, and realizes that love is only real for as long as we are dumb enough to believe. It is not a separate entity that we can depend on, hold fast within our hands or use to buffer our volatile souls. It is fiction, it is myth, it is the sum total of our childhood hopes and dreams that can only exist for as long as we can convince ourselves of its existence. It is the urban legend of emotions, and the saddest reality is that sometimes, someone debunks it.
