Thoughts on love..

Often described as a quintessential human emotion, love is as elusive as it is obvious. We can usually tell when people are in love, but if you ask a hundred different people what makes it so visible, your likely to get as many answers. My mother once told me that you would know when you're in love because just the thought of the person was enough to make you want to cry. A bit pecuilar I thought, but hey, by virtue of the fact i'm asking I really wasn't in a position to question it.

So my own experience lead me here; writing a post about how i think the idea of love is highly overated, but simultaneously experiencing the feeling that defines millions of books, movies, and songs--heartbreak. It, of course, goes without saying that the only time your heart can be broken is when it is preceded by being in love. What an unfair relationship: the greatest joy being the reciprocal of the greatest sorrow humans can experience.

I told myself I would do all I was able to avoid this most unfortunate of emotions. Why be so enraptured by a person that you lose touch with who you are only to be let down when it ends? But as most would know--it's not quite that simple. It seems like cupid floats his pudgy little ass around like a spy satellite, waiting for the first opportunity to descend on an unsuspecting target. But the feeling is so invigorating; nothing else makes life worth living more than the feeling of extacy that is being in love. So here we have a psychological dichotomy: one one hand, the complete anihilation of a person's since of reason and will; but on the other hand, a feeling so strong as to be able to motivate mankind to its highest aspirations.

So what conclusion have I come to after this thorough analysis of the zenith of human emotions? Fuck love!