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Post by Arxileas on Jan 14, 2008 21:39:16 GMT -5
People talk, people sing.
People dream, people try.
People smile, but people also lie.
Ask a teenager - What is love?
Butterflies in the belly?, they'll immediately say.
Youngsters!, you reply. They don't know... But you do:
People are hurt, people are torn.
People fail, people never return.
People are left behind, but then again - many are not.
That's confusing!
What is love?
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Post by rex362 on Jan 14, 2008 22:01:04 GMT -5
I thought it was Desire ...
but I fooled myself ...and I promise to learn from my mistakes..
my mama warned me ,but I didn't listen ...
fact: Mama always knows best
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Post by Arxileas on Jan 15, 2008 0:31:03 GMT -5
The false name of love
Love is perhaps one of the most corrupted words. It has been so defiled that nobody knows what it means any more. “I love chocolate.” “I love this song.” “I love you.” “I love my friends”. “I love you, my princes, my queen!” Yet all these statements are far from what is real. Some of them - a mother’s love for her children, perhaps - come tantalizingly close, but so often they are merely egoic games parading as sorry substitutes.
All these false loves are nothing more than clinging, attachment, duty, a weapon. They’ve been straitjacketed by rules and structures and conditions and games. And at the core, they are all about the self.
Love is the opposite. It has no clinging. It doesn’t get attached. It gives and thinks nothing of getting. A romantic thinks of oneself, a lover thinks of the other.
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