Hopeful romantic

17Dec08

Fairy tales. The one where the prince gets the beautiful princess and they run off into the world to conquer all that may come in front of them. They fall madly in love. They are eachothers world. Who the fuck doesn’t want someone like that? I mean I think to myself all the time. It would be nice to meet someone and just tell them ” hey let’s fall in love ” unfortunately that is still a fairy tale. And fairy tales are stories for a reason. Written to amuse and inspire but known by all as stories and only that. So why is it that so many beleve in this fabrication called love. Is there any real meaning or sense of love or being in love or however you approach it? I find myself thinking there is no such thing. And I don’t believe there needs to be.

Don’t get me wrong. I have been in love. I have felt it. I have been willing to give up my being for the benefit of someone else. But I have also loved. I have loved whole heartedly and it was much more pleasant.

It is kind of going with my thoughts on organized religion. If an ideal is out there and motivated you to be a better happier an more fulfilled person than by all means do so. If the notion of a fairy book Romance leads you to seek out the one oter human in this mix of 7 billion ( a number so large it is hard for me to comprehend ) than more power to you.

For me. I like living in the moment. I’m sick of imagining what could or should or may happen. It’s not worthwhile. It takes you out of the moment an your thoughts are somewhere else where you cannot even remember the last thing a person said. We are all humans and when I look t humans I see people of interest people I’m attracted to people I’m not people I don’t notice people who annoy me by looking at them people of all sorts. But then I also see a person who is so completely different from me but has the same basic needs and desires. Someone who wants to hold hands when they walk downtown. Someone who wants a kiss on the cheek or there neck. Someone who wants to trust and love and feel. And maybe there is still a little glimpse of imagination and the thought of storybook romance.

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