Love is good and love is fine… It’s good to be loved and share every thing lovers do with each other…. there is nothing wrong with being rejected and feeling a peace of crap so low, that every thing and any thing you do does not matter… in one hand – you have a relationship a and a bless, in the other – complete freedom and carelessness in hell. It’s the being unsure that is fucked up….

If you know you got her. And by “got” I mean being in heaven, where people had not yet bitten the apple of knowledge, where they are not ashamed of anything in one another and accept everything and everything about each other – It’s a bless.

If you know you are repugnant to those you sympathize to – one can go along happily in misery, with heavy no fear or much thought of what he is doing to him self, the others or anything else at all for that matter…

But if one really likes some thing he has no access to, someone who seems to like him back but can not find a way to go all the way with it… then it gets messed up. It becomes a struggle between being extremely happy (the love that is imagined), and being sad just as much – for not being able to “get” the thing that makes you feel so good… (yes, I know, It is wrong to say that a persons is a thing – as if his body represents that person, and we recognize each other by how we look… understanding each other as things is a “amoral” idea… even though we are just bodies that have mind pattern… but, that’s the way it is…)

The really bad part about not being sure about what is going on and where it may lead is – you imagine those things. Imagination creates images that are perfect. the more vivid it is the worse the “side effect” of sympathy becomes. when you have no direct access to the loved one – you start creating perfect stories in our mind. Those stories are way too perfect to not be believed in and wished for. These stories are enjoyable a lot more than most of what reality may offer too… They are pleasurable and fun.

The bad part is – they are not real. as soon as you come back to reality after the day dreams – It just sucks. every thing sucks. every thing is less then it could be, or in some cases – even “should” be.

Pleasure and happiness – are inducted by the brain. They are like natural narcotics. And we all are addicted to those – naturally, since the day we are born. Our brain does not recognize, by it self, what is real or imagined. It recognizes those “objects” to be real in both cases pretty much equally. In some cases – imaginary things are even more real – they correspond and add up perfectly to the model of understanding that one has. Dreams never have some thing “unknown” or “out of order”. Brain scan shows – imagining the reward stimulates the pleasure centers a lot more then the reward it self. think about it… how much did you want the now dusty thing, before you had it?

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