I love love, I mean it would be hard to find someone who doesn’t right. Wrong. But I am young so I can still dream of the unknown. Who’s knows who I’ll end up with in the end, who knows and who really cares. To wonder constantly about all the what could’s about your future, is a really good way to waste your time, for you always picture yourself older, thinner, more beautiful, always successful with an unbelievably handsome husband to add to that wonderful collection. Living somewhere warm, near the beach perhaps, barbecues and bonfires all night long while also travelling here, there, everywhere possible. But that is all in the future, the coming future, the uncertain future, all unknown.
Time to live in the present, for it is relatively impossible to live in your past. The present is here, the present is now, so we should let bygones be bygones and experiences fade into memories whether they were precious or not. We do not always make the right decisions but then time is our best friend and by magic, or with patience that moment will soon be gone. So it’s time yet again to live for the present.
But I was talking about love right. Ah love – I am a very committed romantic at heart and on top of that I am also a Pisces and all those who are familiar with their zodiac signs should be convinced now fully to my claim that I am a true romantic and will always be a romantic. Nothing in life is more precious to me than love.
But that doesn’t mean I truly believe in it. Or that one day I will find it. Or that my true love is out there searching far and wide for me. Or that he will be unbelievably good-looking, mouthwatering and delicious to the eyes, lips – including all senses. No, I don’t for I am not that naive. I have lived and I have dated more than enough to conclude that love, love like most of everything in life resides purely on our minds. You could argue that it’s just a figment of our own imagination, or just a simple human invention created to yet again control.
We live for love and yet isn’t love just a word. Like hate is just a word. Like life and death are just words. They are all just words, but they are also words that everyone universally has given an important meaning to, a heightened emphasis, a priceless emotion, the most beloved of them all. We believe and follow these words to a point until we are blinded by them and forever left blind. They are words which define emotions beyond our capabilities, beyond our control, beyond rationality. I wonder who created them and why, with what thought exactly. To create love and life or to elaborate hate and death. But then that will be me living in the past again.
