True love ?

"Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence."

- Erich Fromm.

We hear true love is the only thing worth living. We hear true love is the greatest thing, the highest power. We hear about love everywhere, all the time. It inspired the most beautiful art on Earth, as well as the most extreme actions.

Is it an illusion ? Do people just get worked up on their sexual envy and intellectualize it so as to make it look okay ? Is everybody dumb, or do we actually know, somehow, in the back of our head, that true love is indeed the only thing which is making all the rest valuable ?

And if it is true, then, does that mean there is an answer to why we are here ? Or where we come from ?

Man meets woman. - Hitchcock

Love is everywhere. It's becoming worst than God. Most movies, songs, books and even blogs have one main theme : love. So everyone gives their opinion, and in the end it becomes more of a commercial idea. You heard those things a million times, and only originality sells. But originality and everyday life are hardly ever synchronized.

The love that sells, it's that for which you'd climb mountains so as to throw yourself from its vetriginous cliffs. It's passional, carnal love, with some twenty seconds scenes in blockbusters. It's a love which defies taboos, the great adventure.

In the long run, love only matters to you if it's epic. You'd like reality to articulate around you so that it corresponded to a sentimental odyssey. But you don't need to look for it in other forms, love is inside you. It won't come from elsewhere, and if you condition it to be triggered only in some configurations, is it surprising if it doesn't express fully ? Is it surprising if this very love makes you unhappy ?

Happiness, really ?

"I am happy" he said, convinced that he was. "That's all there is to it, except when people like you come and think they know better and fucking bother me with their stupid questions".

Still by challenging him to prove it to me, he had gotten mad. Now he was having a bad day because I somehow managed to rob him from his happiness. Or so he thought.

Because, really, could anyone take happiness from you ? I mean, true happiness. Can anyone take love from you ? I mean, real love. Is it really love, really happiness, then, if it can be taken away by anyone ?

Happiness is unstealable, because you must decide to be happy. It does not depend on exterior factors. But it's not just a state of mind, it's you allowing love to drive you. Control what's inside, because what is inside is what makes you.

Love is a choice

Love is not just an exalting sensation, an overwhelming feeling that gives you butterflies.

You can choose to love, just as you choose to hate.

Love is a way of least resistance to the outside attacks, but it is a way of strongest resistance to the inside natural reactions. Do not give way to hate.

'Trained to hate' you think, when you see terrorists on TV.

Well train yourself to love.

Love is worth it

Because life is not a bitch.

She's a worthy lady, beautiful and wild, but maybe you're setting your eyes in the wrong place.

Maybe you call her a bitch because you can't get just what you want from her.

Maybe you want the wrong things.