What is that feeling inside? Where the insides tense, where the brain buckles down, and the stomach flips. What is that emotion when the person speaks, or is seen? What is that feeling that is felt? Where does it come from, why is it there, who put it there, can it go away, is it real, do they feel the same?
Could it be a myth? What all those people believe. Could it all be a lie? We live in a world built on lies and deception, and all around us it continues through every aspect of our culture. Humans cannot seem to live in an honest world. Humans cannot seem to always accept the facts, and instead, create their own dream world where the lies create a cover, to protect against the truth that hurts.
But what is that feeling? When the insides tense, the the brain buckles down, and the stomach flips? Some people say that it is love, while other refuse to believe that such an emotion exists . It is just an idea that we made up. Just another lie in a world of lies. But then what is love, or what is that feeling? There are millions of people who claim to feel love. They go an do regretful things when they say that they are in love. Somethings that can never be repaired or given back. But then there are even more people, on this earth who claim to feel love. They are with someone who is dear to them and they have been for a very long time, if not their entire adult lives. There must be something between these people. Did these people feel the feeling inside? Where the insides tense, where the brain buckles down, and the stomach flips? Why are they together and not those other people. Who is telling the lie, and who is living a lie?
Love is made up. It is just a word that describes something that we feel. It is from a time when much was cold, unknown and much was uncertain except that this feeling made you feel warm, somehow known, and clear in meaning. That two people could feel this for each other. Was a wonder. It made a euphoria, in which these two people could now live. No matter the circumstances, they would still have this feeling between them. Keeping them warm, comforted, and reassured. Today we still use this word, but the world has changed in so many ways could the feelings stay the same through time? Passion for one another seems to have been demeaned. Into an accessory, to a tool that only helps one in living a more substantial life. Genuine feelings are rare to come by, and are often left alone or taken advantage of. Why must it be this way for so many, and only the so few live in euphoria with each other, who genuinely care for one another and would sacrifice for one another.
Writing this I want to make it known. Using love as a tool is a demeaning way to tint and disgrace us as humans. It is a vial act that ruins the lives of not only the people directly involved but also the other casualties, those who are innocent. Keep that in mind, and do not let the next generation grow up not knowing if love is real, or not.
