Have you ever had the experience of love.. Lustful love to be exact? The kind that makes you anxiety prone, a sudden insomniac, a complete melodramatic, and a helpless romantic. I haven’t really had the pleasure..that complete loss of control. I pride myself, most days, as a level headed individual. However, there have been a few days-accumulating throughout the years, when I wish I was reckless. Reckless in the sense that I don’t have to care about others’ opinions/judgments, and worry about future repercussions. Reckless in the sense that I value my feelings first and follow my heart's "crush".
So many wars, plays, revolutions, riots, and novels have been based on this feeling of love. As a simple observer, I can say that a person simply seems completely out of their body when they gaze into the eyes of their significant other. Into the “other” that clandestinely became a whole. Sometimes, love reaches a point that make “I” s turn into “We”s. There is no more other, the person now joins their lover and makes a unit. This phenomenon is what inspires the masterminds of these very wars, plays, revolutions, etc. It completely defies the laws of science. What was once two, suddenly becomes one. It must be nice to allow an"other" into one's life, enabling inner daemons to temporarily hide. The daemons that leave one feeling insecure, lonely, that force one to be “level-headed” instead of reckless.
The daemons that cause you to nitpick at every flaw, so that maybe, just maybe, you’ll be good enough. Good enough to relish a morsel of this phenomenon,generally referred to as love.
photo credit: le-love and dripbook
