|Who Here Believes In Love?
Author: MsWriter PM
I had a debate about this on a chatroom. Just some thoughts on love. Please don't get affended from it. Please review.Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance - Words: 546 - Reviews: 8 - Published: 12-19-03 - id: 1475723
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Who Here Believes in Love?
People say chivalry is dead, and I believe that. I don't like love. So many people lie to me about this. Love, just a fleeting dream, just another lie in a world of self-deceit, an illusion held over the eyes of the vain. People try desperately to reach for this eternal dream, but it disappears before they can touch it...why? A person will endure the lies, tortures, and tears of hell itself for such a fleeting emotion...why? To lose all feeling for just one moment of pleasure.
Many people tell me; "all you need is love." I believe that is a lie. True love does not exist on this planet. Some accept this; and some find comfort in the lies. So why are we put on this earth to suffer? Why doesn't love exist anymore? That if God truly exists why does he want his people to suffer? They say God tests and trials you, but a test and trial can only go so far. So why are some people destined to be alone? This is why I don't wish to believe in fate.
Predestined love-even before birth, two souls are fated to find themselves in each other's arms...such a foolish idea, a wasted fantasy. There's no such thing as fate, coincidence, nothing more. There is no way to connect "souls," and anyone who believes in such a stupid notion is inferior-these things cannot happen! So, I refuse to believe in destiny and.in love.
The meaning of love has been twisted and forgotten. Maybe, just maybe, a small piece of it does exist out there, but somehow it became lost.
Living a life without love is controversial. People look at you sadly, cuss you out, or may even go so far to call you a cold heartless witch. I can't help the way I feel. For me I know love does not exist. For some reason I was punished to be alone, and slowly I grew to accept that. The wound may be deep on my heart, but slowly; with time it will heal, but I will never be the same.
I remember when I took this topic on a debate website. The reply form one girl I can never forget. "If we are destined on this earth to be lonely? Than what's the point in living?" My quote was. "Exactly!" She answered back; "we are put on this earth to find our own path. Than we will die, and that will be the end of our journey...love is just a necessarily." I was never expecting a quote so powerful from a ten-year-old girl.
So, these feelings insignificant, fleeting, obsessive-these feelings...is it, just maybe...? No, I don't believe in such ideas. Love is nothing more than a lie; an excuse for desire and lust, a false reality that catches us in it's mind games and then tears our bodies to shreds...but, if reality is a falsehood as well, am I not caught up in my own paradox? Tell me-what am I to believe then? Love-what does it mean...?