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I was outside having a cigarette today--I find that many of my interesting thoughts occure to me out there--and this is what came up:
Why do I believe that I want true love when I don't even know what it is? Sure, I've read 1 Corinthians 13:4-8. It's one of my faves, in fact. Here it is for those who havn't read it:
"Love is patient, love is kind.
Love does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
Love always protects, always hopes, always trusts, always perseveres.
Love never fails."
I read that and only scratch the surface of understanding what true love is. Still, I don't know what it feels like to feel that way. Why then am I so convinced that it's what I want?
Maybe it's because I see movies and read books and think that I want love based on what I've read about or seen. This, however, is only an illusion. I've found that out from experience. Why, then, is it protrayed in books and movies as something it's not? Could it really be because, in reality, it's far less entertaining? Do people flock to these movies because they're entertaining, or because it's the only source of what they believe they want? Do some women read spicy romance novels because they enjoy them, or because they want to feel that way in real life, but are unable to because it doesn't realisticly happen?
It's questions like these that make me wish life were a little less disenchanting. I wonder if I ever will know what it feels like to truly be in love, and if it will feel just as good as the illusion or better? Or, if it will feel just as ordinary and unimpressive as the rest of every day life? Then again, perhaps we have to believe that it doesn't feel ordinary at all. Otherwise, what the hell do we persue it for?
 NsomniAna · Wed Nov 30, 2005 @ 02:21am · 2 Comments |
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