The Unutterable
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Love gives hope. Love inspires. Love allows the most beautiful sides of humanity to shine.
People screw everything up.
Love does not hurt, the absence of love hurts; the twisting, rending death of love hurts. The loss of illusions, the stark reality that what you want, who you want, what you desire most, the thing that seems the most logical and wonderful for the entire world in one's love-addled mind, doesn't match with that someone else's worldview. That ignominious whimper of capitulation as the last gasp spits it way out of your deflating dream...
That stuff hurts.
Funny thing is, I realize the whole thing is all a matter of perceptions, conscious or not, mixed in a soup of chemical signals and ancient genetic triggers. Love can be studied and seen almost as nothing more than a sophisticated instinctual urge, much like the desire to eat and the varying degrees of choosiness displayed amongst people and even in an individual as to their tastes and how to satisfy that particular hunger. But our romanticized imaginations and deeply inculcated insecurities as mere specks of sand in a grand cosmic beach have animated and made a monster of this thing that is love and given it such power that, even though a grand inspiring emotion it may be, it is a Golem that destroys from within when it is rejected...And yet, I can do little, even with the anvil of experience, to chip away at that great stone of sorrow and pain that now hangs heavily around my neck, having erupted from the dying volcano that once spewed that spectacular, glowing love.
Yeah, obviously, I do feel you though.
People screw everything up.
Love does not hurt, the absence of love hurts; the twisting, rending death of love hurts. The loss of illusions, the stark reality that what you want, who you want, what you desire most, the thing that seems the most logical and wonderful for the entire world in one's love-addled mind, doesn't match with that someone else's worldview. That ignominious whimper of capitulation as the last gasp spits it way out of your deflating dream...
That stuff hurts.
Funny thing is, I realize the whole thing is all a matter of perceptions, conscious or not, mixed in a soup of chemical signals and ancient genetic triggers. Love can be studied and seen almost as nothing more than a sophisticated instinctual urge, much like the desire to eat and the varying degrees of choosiness displayed amongst people and even in an individual as to their tastes and how to satisfy that particular hunger. But our romanticized imaginations and deeply inculcated insecurities as mere specks of sand in a grand cosmic beach have animated and made a monster of this thing that is love and given it such power that, even though a grand inspiring emotion it may be, it is a Golem that destroys from within when it is rejected...And yet, I can do little, even with the anvil of experience, to chip away at that great stone of sorrow and pain that now hangs heavily around my neck, having erupted from the dying volcano that once spewed that spectacular, glowing love.
Yeah, obviously, I do feel you though.