When people, books talk about love it has a flair of promised happiness, acceptance, coming home vibe.
Love in the modern romantic sense is an experiment that is perceived from everyone and eventually everyone will try it and the results are basically in life's hands. You might be lucky, or it might not work out - either way it is either not in your control, or it is something that you have to learn with repetitions or like out of a book. You have to work on yourself and/or with the potential partner but most likely you dive into the pool of projection and hope for the best.
Being a human in this context has not a lot of dignity. You need to be humbled or get humbled. You need to speak up for yourself or accept to be talking down.
Plus everything is allowed. Lying, cheating, manipulating, starving someone or keeping the person prisoner - humans do a lot, for love and actually call it love.
Children learn and repeat it when they become adults, almost like a tradition, a pattern that hidden but repeated to a degree of accuracy - makes humans feel like it is meant to be.
So, why do we do love? Assuming it is love that we do.
Could be just a replacement for a mother or father, a reassurance to never be alone again, or a social contract to fill a social role, to be someone in society.
Those of us been testing this concept of love could end up approving but does it work for everyone?
Does it suffice when I set up a rule:
- if you love, you are human.
- If you don't love you are not human.
- And as a human this is how you suppose to love.
Being with someone that is an add on to who you are probably entails sharing the same air, maybe some essential moments in life, debating and planning goals.
When I look around, I don't see many examples of people who actually know what love is. Maybe they know but choose to keep it a secret? We all have our reasons when we do what we do.
Maybe it should be called reason and not love.
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