Cozma
Bluelighter
Why is it that people believe they have complete control over something we call "Love?" I mean, a mere human being, thinking they could take control over a feeling that many people claim to have, it
seems so senseless to me.
I am one of those many people who felt they had Love, and thought their partner loved them too. But I was wrong about my partner. They did not have the same feelings for me, as I for them. Was I foolish to believe I had Love? Or was I set up in such a way that I could not think of anything else to explain my feelings. I loved someone who I thought I could be with for a long time, and in the end, they turned
around and said that they had never been too sure of their feelings about me. So I asked, "Then why did you confess Love to me?" I never received an explanatory answer that satisfied me.
Studies have been done on the idea of "Can a teenager fall in Love?" The answer in my mind, is yes. Many people think of William Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet when I mention teens in Love. They
think of the extremities they went through. But how could Romeo have loved her so greatly, if he had fallen for so many other girls. He never went after the other girls like he did Juliet, but I think he went
after Juliet because he convinced the priest so greatly of his Love that the priest helped push him along. Young boys Love with their eyes, not with their heart, is what is said in the play. Without Friar Lawrence's (the priest I referred to in the preceding sentences) help, I doubt that Romeo and Juliet would have died a tragic death. It states that they were star-crossed lovers. Well, if they were star-crossed to begin with, then why did Fate even allow them to meet? Was it their Fate to meet and then die later by trying to salvage a relationship for themselves? The whole story can bend the mind. There are other things that bend the mind. One of these things, can be a person who uses knowledge, trickery and/or deception. I know one of these people.
That person will herein be referred to as "enigma," because that is the exact word that can be used to describe the way they work. It's an unknown til Enigma allows you to explore his brain and emotions, and personal thoughts. I read a short story about someone who reminded me of this person I call Enigma. It was a story called Hacatommithi, which was the inspiration for Shakespeare's Othello. There's a man in the tale, refered to as "an Ensign". . . A man of such great trickery, fate always plays his way and to his favor, and he manipulates people in such ways. He tricks a man into thinking his wife doesn't Love him and is betraying him. This causes the man to kill his wife with some help from the Ensign, afterwards realizing it was a huge mistake. But alas, it was too late.
The man thought he could trust the Enisgn, but finally realized that some people are not as "normal" as they appear to be. Because in fact, there is no such "normal" way to be. The reason the Ensign became involved between the husband and wife was because he loved the wife too, even though he was already married. So he tried to steal her away, and after failing at every attempt, his love turned to hatred. In my opinion, how could true love turn into hatred? It's seems quite extreme. Love is
meant to last forever.
My opinion of Love, is that, when you have it, you are not so quick to confess it. It seems hard to say. People say that's because you really don't have love, and have to force yourself to say it, but to
me, it's the exact opposite. People grow on you. But when you confess Love to someone you hardly know anything about, or you just met . . . to me, that is most definitely NOT Love. And by writing this, I have realized some unexplored feelings of mine about others in my life.
I have patient ears to listen to the opinions of others, but that does not mean that their opinions will move my decisions in any way. I believe that everyone is entitled to an opinion, and everyone includes
me. This maybe be continued, as for now, I am tired, and full of too many thoughts at once to write sufficiently about.
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"What lies behind us and what lies before us, are tiny matters compared to what lies within us."
seems so senseless to me.
I am one of those many people who felt they had Love, and thought their partner loved them too. But I was wrong about my partner. They did not have the same feelings for me, as I for them. Was I foolish to believe I had Love? Or was I set up in such a way that I could not think of anything else to explain my feelings. I loved someone who I thought I could be with for a long time, and in the end, they turned
around and said that they had never been too sure of their feelings about me. So I asked, "Then why did you confess Love to me?" I never received an explanatory answer that satisfied me.
Studies have been done on the idea of "Can a teenager fall in Love?" The answer in my mind, is yes. Many people think of William Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet when I mention teens in Love. They
think of the extremities they went through. But how could Romeo have loved her so greatly, if he had fallen for so many other girls. He never went after the other girls like he did Juliet, but I think he went
after Juliet because he convinced the priest so greatly of his Love that the priest helped push him along. Young boys Love with their eyes, not with their heart, is what is said in the play. Without Friar Lawrence's (the priest I referred to in the preceding sentences) help, I doubt that Romeo and Juliet would have died a tragic death. It states that they were star-crossed lovers. Well, if they were star-crossed to begin with, then why did Fate even allow them to meet? Was it their Fate to meet and then die later by trying to salvage a relationship for themselves? The whole story can bend the mind. There are other things that bend the mind. One of these things, can be a person who uses knowledge, trickery and/or deception. I know one of these people.
That person will herein be referred to as "enigma," because that is the exact word that can be used to describe the way they work. It's an unknown til Enigma allows you to explore his brain and emotions, and personal thoughts. I read a short story about someone who reminded me of this person I call Enigma. It was a story called Hacatommithi, which was the inspiration for Shakespeare's Othello. There's a man in the tale, refered to as "an Ensign". . . A man of such great trickery, fate always plays his way and to his favor, and he manipulates people in such ways. He tricks a man into thinking his wife doesn't Love him and is betraying him. This causes the man to kill his wife with some help from the Ensign, afterwards realizing it was a huge mistake. But alas, it was too late.
The man thought he could trust the Enisgn, but finally realized that some people are not as "normal" as they appear to be. Because in fact, there is no such "normal" way to be. The reason the Ensign became involved between the husband and wife was because he loved the wife too, even though he was already married. So he tried to steal her away, and after failing at every attempt, his love turned to hatred. In my opinion, how could true love turn into hatred? It's seems quite extreme. Love is
meant to last forever.
My opinion of Love, is that, when you have it, you are not so quick to confess it. It seems hard to say. People say that's because you really don't have love, and have to force yourself to say it, but to
me, it's the exact opposite. People grow on you. But when you confess Love to someone you hardly know anything about, or you just met . . . to me, that is most definitely NOT Love. And by writing this, I have realized some unexplored feelings of mine about others in my life.
I have patient ears to listen to the opinions of others, but that does not mean that their opinions will move my decisions in any way. I believe that everyone is entitled to an opinion, and everyone includes
me. This maybe be continued, as for now, I am tired, and full of too many thoughts at once to write sufficiently about.
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"What lies behind us and what lies before us, are tiny matters compared to what lies within us."
