What is it that makes love work? Is love on it's own mean that it's working? Or is the idea of Love having to work barbaric? Ideally in my eyes it's what happens regardless of what you want and what you do. Surrounded by those who " Make it work" It makes me wonder sometimes. The truly unhappy at life seem to be the most desperate and when it comes to love...They are never short of " happy" because they MAKE it work. Is there such a thing as making yourself happy? If indeed you can make yourself happy than what is it to say for faith and blind love? Am I in love you might ask; well your answer is no. But I'm never one to leave what I see around me alone and take it at face results because for what I don't experience myself...I would like to say I've at least understood how they came about to be where they are. The couple that's been together for years and has split...When you know they both are better off alone or with somebody else, they are there, together, giving the " What if" idea a run around. Or the Married two with the family and the life that they just don't seem to be happy with, but they are doing the motions and they seem to be ok with that. Why is that not enough for me? Will I have to settle? I hope not, because it hurts to even see these people do it. I need a life of my own, maybe life's questions will come together in some cosmic understanding and I will be able to leave other people's life's alone and experience it for my own....Yeah, maybe.
May 27, 2005
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