Who will love you? Who will fight? Who will fall far behind? Now why, all of the sudden have I jumped into the topic that has puzzled people across the board, the topic of love. The answer. For some reason, the past few weeks, no matter how many times I persistently shuffled through my collection of music, artists ranting about heartbreaks, or celebrating the beauty of love was what my ears listened to. Now maybe this moment is when one sees themselves at a crossroads. Why the hell do I have so much music about love? I should really just delete some of these songs. Yeah, that is what I am going to do, delete them. No! Wait! <insert emotional breakdown/crying fest> I am so attached to my music. I could never imagine doing such a thing. Seems a little dramatic, right? I admit to it. My emotions were a bit on the bi-polar side this past week, but having fully recovered I have only been left with thoughts questioning the meaning of love, questioning the value of love. In a world that is full of people who are ready to take advantage of the outdated, untarnished view of what love was. In a world that, at the same time, gives us the opportunity to find that kind of love, Where is a person suppose to go? What is a person suppose to act on? Maybe, what one needs to do is discard all these thoughts, let love come and grow, let it be nurtured to make one happy, let love also create a feeling of emptiness. The reality here is that love is an antagonistic emotion. It can create a tremendous amount of warmth. It can cause a tremendous amount of cold. At this less dramatic crossroad, I have come to the conclusion that when one comes to accept the heartbreak of love, the emptiness that it leaves, and looks at it in a positive light rather than negative one, the part of love that creates bliss is even more beautiful. That empty feeling was caused by something that was happy, and even though that happiness might have long passed, its always a sigh of relief to know that that beautifully riddling organ is still working, is still able to find room for another punch. Love is a decision much like anything else. Decisions only shape our life, they do not make or break it.
