So I haven't blogged in forever, but oh well, now I am
So, in chat just now there was a semi debate type thing about love and whether it was a waste of time or not, and I totally hadn't realised how strong my views on this topic are. Um, so yeah, I don't know if this blog will offend anyone...I doubt it but if you think you may get offended then don't read on.
I don't understand at all how people can think love is a waste of time. Its a concept I don't understand in the slightest. To me love is everything, it's the reason for being imo. Love is the way that we continue in the world. I am loved by my parents, who were loved by their parents and so on, so I am a product of love. When I have kids, they'll be a result of love between Seb and I and thus our love will be passed on...how can that be a waste of time? And I don't just mean romantic love. My friends will always be a part of me because of the love they give to me, and the love I've given to them.
I understand being impatient to find love, or sad because you don't have it, or frustrated by unrequited love, but to turn your back on love entirely is so sad, and surely ends up hurting you more. Without love surely the only option is loneliness, if you never let anyone love you then surely the closest relationships you'll form wil be acquaintances? And while acquaintances are good...are acquaintances going to be there at 3am when you feel like your world's just been turned upside down?
There's so many supposedly sentimental phrases out there that spring to mind, but some ring true to me. You do have to have the cold and the rain to really appreciate the sun and the warmth. You see examples of it all the time, people that live in a warm climate are like 'Oh, 70f, that's nothing' but then the tourists turn up, from places made of ice (like here...) and go 'Omg, its so warm!' You have to have that balance...the dark and the light, the pain and the comfort, the sweet and the salty...one to appreciate the other. I understand hurt, I honestly do, I have been hurt in various ways, at various time by people I've loved, some intentionally and some unintentionally. So I'm not saying all this through rose tinted glasses. I've hurt so bad sometimes I thought I wasn't going to be able to make it through the day. I get wanting to wrap yourself up and isolate yourself to keep away the hurt, but you just end up hurting yourself anyway by forcing yourself to be alone when there's love out there if you're open to it.
A favourite singer of mine once said, that you can cover your face with your hands your whole life and never see or feel anything, but you could move your hands, and ok, so maybe you'll get slapped, but maybe you'll get kissed instead? And surely thats worth the risk? Love is so special and so amazing, that isn't it worth the risk? And even if you get hurt, you're feeling something, but if you just force yourself into isolation and loneliness, then that's just like emotional numbness, and how is feeling nothing better than feeling something? Isn't feeling something, *anything* proof that you're alive, and that there is a future if you want it and that there is hope...
*sigh* I don't know...maybe I shouldn't let people's cynicism and jadedness bother me, but it does, because I feel like they're wasting an oppourtunity...and when people declare that love is dumb, or that love is pointless, or that love is a waste of time, well...that makes me mad, because I believe in love, and love saved my life, and love is what makes me get up in the mornings, and love is there at 3am when I'm overwhelmed by everything and when the world is dark and full of the things that scare me, and when I can't look at myself in the mirror, because the darkness is in me...love is there for me...