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Mar. 12th, 2004 08:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vicarzPerhaps it's not love that I want. Why not just want the pretty picture, the tv moment, the movie screen? "Look how they dance together." "Yeah, but they hate each other." "So?"
The real thing has too much risk, requires too much work, and even the best magic wears out (or so I hear). Love is just a picture, and whether you snap a digital photo or take the time to paint on a canvas it's still just an illusion. Set goals sure, but there are some areas goals are not appropriate to set. Love is a burden to be avoided, but you can make pretty pictures. Enjoy the moment, and feel it just as you feel sad during a movie. Let yourself go in conscious escapism, but don't think for a minute it's real. Is there really anything more important than dancing with a slight buzz? If there is, who cares. I have work to do, another illusion to be pursued.
Love is a puppy. You feel love when you look at a puppy, that's true love. It's cute, you coo, they lick your face and you melt. If you walk away and grab another, and it would give you the same reaction. They will all make you feel the same, filled with love. Each will love anyone that takes the time to pet it. It's a dog, having all of 3 favorite places to be rubbed and really just liking being touched anywhere (not so different than I it seems). That love grows into a dog, a big clunky dependable dumb something. It can be replaced with any other dog, or a puppy to try and rekindle the experience.
The real thing has too much risk, requires too much work, and even the best magic wears out (or so I hear). Love is just a picture, and whether you snap a digital photo or take the time to paint on a canvas it's still just an illusion. Set goals sure, but there are some areas goals are not appropriate to set. Love is a burden to be avoided, but you can make pretty pictures. Enjoy the moment, and feel it just as you feel sad during a movie. Let yourself go in conscious escapism, but don't think for a minute it's real. Is there really anything more important than dancing with a slight buzz? If there is, who cares. I have work to do, another illusion to be pursued.
Love is a puppy. You feel love when you look at a puppy, that's true love. It's cute, you coo, they lick your face and you melt. If you walk away and grab another, and it would give you the same reaction. They will all make you feel the same, filled with love. Each will love anyone that takes the time to pet it. It's a dog, having all of 3 favorite places to be rubbed and really just liking being touched anywhere (not so different than I it seems). That love grows into a dog, a big clunky dependable dumb something. It can be replaced with any other dog, or a puppy to try and rekindle the experience.
