pausing a little bit during the long phases of homework, one ponders why so many love songs out there? how many times does one need to be reminded of the pain and agonies of that?
Why is so many people in this world so idoly obsessed with romance and this idiosyncracy called love? Does anyone even know what this word really has come to mean in this society?
Mere infatuation.
But oh no, that's not true, they say; they say it is more than adolations of empty attachments propelled by sexual drives; they say it has its own essence and oh how it will take one to heaven and meet the god/s and what not. I may not be an adult chronologically and I am quite aware that many tends to just mouth off things that disagree with their own arbitrary perspective/opinion/predelections. But this is just something that I would like to put it away into someplace that maybe on the off chance, or not, some one will actually take the time to read about what I have to say:
love is intoxicating, I'm sure everyone will agree with that, or at least most everyone will; well, what is intoxication? and what makes it bad? first it limits your sense of awareness and also damage you in terms of the limited awareness, which I will from now on refer to as myopia;
oh wait, I gota go to replete my corpeal needs; food
back, where was I, oh yes, myopia. for whoever will read this, next time you think you are in love, try to see the edge of your awareness, try to feel the boundary, it should feel--if it is the same with my own experience--like a soft, fuzzy, blurry, yet very warm and comforting feeling that surrounds your vision (but beyond your actual and peripheral vision) that resides around your temples. That is what I interperet as myopia, which is caused by more than love, such as hatred and jealousy or intimidation, but that's for something else. time is running low for my studies so I'll boil it down to this:
one can't see clearly when one is in love. Thus it causes blindness of thought and is therefore, what I hold as, unwholesome and afflictive, much like being drunk or anyother chemical intoxication. love, in the romantic sense, is of the moment. it is spontenaity and passionate, flames that blossom in the dark and wanes and extinguish over time. love is of the moment, a plaything of time. love is attachment, like a child is attached to a special toy or food, whines and vaguely feels that they can't live without it. than when s/he grows up that vague feeling only intensifies and manifests beyond the peripheral of most logical interpretations and thusfore those who are of significant chronological age tells the young that they do not know what love is.
where was I? love as attachment, yes. attachment is empty, also a figment of time, attachment is coherent through passion, and I already went over that. what else is wrong with passion? oh yes, it instigates wanting, a very big no no in any good religion. christiantiy teaches the "sin" of wanting, I'm pretty sure it's there somewhere; buddhism teaches the affliction to one's mind when it is in want. for want is to lust for a greater state of luxury, of satisfaction, and ultimately, for a different level of being and fullfillment; it is discontentment; wanting to be better in the future means one is not happy with that current state of being; and what exactly is wanting suppose to lead one to? happiness. definition of happiness, permanent happiness, for me at least, and for buddhism, is the state of contentment.
I don't mean to plague my rant with preaching, so I'll stop. when one is in love, it feels like a stone is bounding on your chest, and you are happy, when one is in love and knows that that want will never be achieved, it sucks and you feel that same stone on your chest except you feel like shit. well they are the same feeling, they both hurt you just as much. This is what I came to when I was in "love" with someone last time. which propelled me to my realization that love isn't good for you! All the damage it causes, and for what? for momentary bliss? for the primitive gratification of sexual ecstasy?
I'll come back and reinforce what I missed here, but now I have to go back and rebuild my grade
