Do we live in the physical world that we can touch?
Or do we live in the world that we create in our minds?
- Jesse Bradford, My Sassy Girl
What is love? Should it be that of which matches your ideal perception of love, one that resides in your head. Are we to propose this theory and inflict it upon our other half. I mean, is that how it’s supposed to be? I’m sure people tell you to find the common ground, to compromise, to give and take. And yet we all live by our impulses and lust. Shouldn’t it be that we have rules and principles? But how does one find their match? Do we change? Mould each other into our very own personalized model? If so, who should change. Should there be a permanent dominant half? Or should there be different roles one takes the lead?
Should love find its way into the realm of friendship and companions? Where we share secrets, our passions and fears. Should we be able to laugh at each other, unashamed to make mistakes and then make love? Should we cry and then fart, and burp and get sick, vomit, bleed.
Love.
Does it actually mean being able to be the most human you can be, without having any doubts whatsoever?
And then, do we always receive love. Even at the expense of the sender?
“We are artists, condemned to live through out art for we know not how to live in our lives”
- Trust the Man
