There is no such thing as love.Love is a cullmination of different emotions, be it happiness, attachment, pain, bliss, belonging, and so on. For each person the ratios of dominant emotions are different, because we all seek out something different, we all search for love for different reasons. The problem is we've given this mass of emotions one generic name, and people start to assume there's only one meaning to it.Me personally it has upset me, thinking if I don't feel the same as someone else, does this mean I'm not in love? I could never explain this "love", I could never analyze and condense the feelings. Love is an ever-changing sentiment, bending to fit events and people's dynamic personas. Somedays you feel a strong feeling of attachment and euphoria towards someone, sometimes it's "a cold and broken hallelujah". But no matter the feelings, the fact remains you feel something for that special someone. And that is what I've come to know as love.
I feel like somewhere along my life there was a shift. Suddenly nothing was for fun any more, it was all necessary. Suddenly I'm bothering with what others think, afraid to link any connotations I deem negative to my being. Why do I care what people I've never met, who'll forget they ever saw me, think of me; this obscure stranger in their peripherals. It's a warped sense of mind and place, seeing the space around me in my mind's made up ways. So I stray away from everyone, isolating myself unwittingly, turning them against me. Self fulfilling prophecies, I succeed in creating this reality. I need to break free from my mind's mentalities, with which negativity has propelled me. So I've started a new sport. I call it neighborhood night dancing. Donning headphones and heading out alone to the empty streets as the city sleeps, and moving to the beat. Letting it compel me towards a freedom long gone missing. Letting go is an art. Complete release is a tough ...
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