too good to be true
i think i've turned into a sceptic.
my colleagues and i were talking about men. sk still believed in love fairytales. ew was way over believing, and would gladly settle for a rich man, without loving him. i guess once again, i was stuck in the middle. wanting to believe, yet being sceptical to it.
sk: sooo..... would u marry a rich man without loving him, just loving the money and pampering?
ew: yes!
sk: not asking you.. i already know your answer... earth to erdiana!
eh: errrmm...
sk: ok nevermind. this will take up our whole lunchbreak.
was about to write a whole essay on this issue, but the terrible weather is taking a toll on me.
goodnight, and go figure.
too good to be true
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2 Comments:
What we want from love is the power to inspire the best and the most noble of all our endeavours.
What we want from life is something entirely different - in this case, what we really need (which supercedes a want) is the ability to sustain a standard of living that we're accustomed to or desire for.
Perhaps that is why many people marry for the sake of money.
A relationship based on only the possibility of them reciprocating the feeling holds little security. In the grand scheme of things surely there must be other confluence of forces that would inspire and sustain such feelings of devotion in one entity for another.
I use the analogy of the human body. For the body to live, one cell must die for another to live. I feel that for any relationship to succeed, everything needs to be in balance - meaning that the creative and destructive tension between one set of variables - i.e. your partner's career prospects, his ability to sustain an engaging conversation, his earnings potential, his intellect - and his less attractive features, has to be in a sustainable mode of duality.
Perhaps, you and I, we chose to love people with blinkers on rather than with a full spectrum of awareness of what a human is - both a liar and a truthsayer, both sinner and saint - we fall in love with only one side of the coin. And when they fall short of the mark, we become very badly affected by the dissappointment of seeing someone perfect falter.
Affecteusement,
andyH
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