It always leads to some level of caprice when I note, that I have indeed, missed writing on these lonesome pages. Days pass by and the perfervid pleas of the winsome words fall into desolation.
Today I saunter here with thoughts that make it, lets say, atypical. On a wet, dusky night, I was wondering what makes people love? We have enough valiant justifications out there( and poetry, may I add!) but do they lay open the inner tribulations of when love sprouts or dies a debilitating death. I agree, my quest still doesn't justify a post. Especially one after eternity.Let those words rest in desolation after all.
But I persist. And resist.
The interesting facet about love is not that it is overrated or underrated. It is just hard to understand. Is it more hard to understand then say another emotion, like anger?I would say yes. Anger or any of the various emotions one could experience in one's lifetime always is triggered by an external or internal cause that leads to an effect. Love on the other hand just happens. Sometimes we are actually looking for it (Ever heard anybody say, they were looking for a good 'cry'?). And hence the dilemma .
I believe why we love versus hate deserves a certain amount of consideration in the echelons of scientific research. Let's call it 'Analysis of the variance that is love' .
I believe there are chemical reactions that drive our being and love remains no exception. My question then is, has there been any thought been to stimulating the environment and food that one took when love happened. Should we actually make love happen? And what then, when it does? Do we look away with a certain prescind high handedness since it was unneeded? Is Love ever unneeded?
Maybe not.
Hence, I persist. Let those words free from desolation after all.
