Having recently been a person to fall in love and now dealing with picking up the pieces of the earthquake that shattered the love, I have come to speculate love is a bit of foolery from fate.
Don't get me wrong: I believe in a love that moves mountains, shatters illusion, saves souls and transforms lives! But in the interim, there sure seems to be a lot of unnecessary broken hearts. So my question is directed at biology: brain and heart, (working in compliance, mind you) how many broken hearts must a person endure to make it to the grand finale?
Think about it, what is attraction? Chemicals in the brain, palpitations of the heart, sweating of the glands, trembling hands, weak knees, blank state of mind, and increase in sexual desire. All of these wonderful indications of the body literally TRICK one into swapping saliva, secrets, and sense of security. Without this biological phenomena it may be that after one MAYBE two events of one giving into these temptations and then getting nothing in return, humans would wise up and decease! But no-we're addicted. We're trapped! We are eternally tricked.
Wouldn't it be easier to have a treasure map and fight your way through pirates, rocky seas, and thick forests to find your treasure? The worst that would happen in that scenario would be a couple of bruises, maybe a few lost mates, and at worst the loss of your ship! But by gosh-you'd get through having known all along where your treasure is: on the X.
And love doesn't stop at just the heart:
I've had baby pangs (every corner I turn I see a beautiful child and fantasize for one of my own!)
I have fallen for his family (it didn't happen when I predicted, but it happened...)
I was willing to sacrifice my future, my desires, my dreams to just EXIST with this man.
Well, thank goodness for timing and fate's cruel turns. I'm leaving love behind in exchange for my next big adventure. And like Pee Wee in his big adventure, I have no cognition of where this will take me.
And who knows? Maybe this is the way my treasure map looks from birds eye view, anyhow.
i hope you eventually your "X"... i'm still trying to find my map...
ReplyDeleteMaybe Korea couldn't be coming at a better time. I'm sorry though for you pain and lost love. If we had that map though...how would we learn and grow? I remember that when me and Davis were dating, I told him that I was afraid to put my whole heart into the relationship because I was afraid of getting hurt. His reply, "Everyone gets hurt." You might think that harsh, but it was just what I needed. The real question here is, "Why are we afraid of getting hurt?"
ReplyDeleteThat's a good question, Laura. And the only answer I can muster is this deep embedded fear of effort not being enough; of love not coming through and ending up a 'smarter' but alon-er person.
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the fear of getting hurt is created by the emotional scar left behind by our first love... the love we all chased blindly and without fear of repercussions that it will leave on our lives ahead... the scar so deep, that we're reminded everyday, of what once was... and with each ensuing heartbreak, we leave another scar... i do believe we're all scared, that the next heartbreak we endure, on our search for our soulmale, might be cause a scar too deep to heal... though the fool in all of us, at some point, will throw caution to the wind, jump blindly and leap once again, deep into love... risk your heart, in hopes, that you'll find your soulmate, the one who can heal the wounds and set you free from fear... or play it safe and smart, protect your heart, and risk never finding your better half... quite the conundrum... or maybe just a curse... one theory of soulmates, presented by Aristophanes in Plato's Symposium, is that humans originally consisted of four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces, but Zeus feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spend their lives searching for the other half to complete them... for love's sake, i hope you don't play too smart...
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