Its true we love life
But not because we’re used to living
But because we’re used to loving
There’s always some madness in Love
But there’s also always Reason in Madness
~ Thus spoke Zarathustra
Trust is a tricky concept. When you’re in love you can never mistrust the object of your affection. Even when you do, you tend to get over it, real fast. Soothing words, and “Baby, I’d never” do the trick quite well. Love introduces forgiveness. You can forgive anything and its a lot easier than accepting the painful reality that the person you love can hurt you so deeply. Deception cuts. The deeper your love, the deeper the cut.
Maybe being in love is the best state you can ever be in. Because when you are in love, you tend to forgive the most horrendous of mistakes, sins, crimes, and not just against someone else, the figurative “humanity”, but against your self. It replaces the selfishness that consumes the human consciousness with a seemingly infinite supply of good will and sacrifice, for the other person.
For this all consuming poison, I would never want a rotten offspring. Parenthood isn’t something I have experienced, but having parents is. How much would I put up with I wonder, when I have kids. Will I be able to draw the line and cut ties or would I inherit my father’s tenacity?
Can love ever be judicious? What happens when what you love is slowly but surely straightening your smile and souring your spirit? Can you be equitable when your heart’s consumed with love for another person? Even if it may not be a romantic, desirous love.
And why is its never a case of “once bitten, twice shy”? Why don’t we learn from our mistakes? Why are we so prone to loving?
I only have questions.