Thursday, January 23, 2014

Love will keep us together.

yeah, guess not. not if you're the captain and tenille. those lovebirds seem to be getting a divorce. after, i am too lazy to actually read the article to find out how many years.

they say love never dies. well, yeah. it does. often die. and they say that love endures all things. well yeah. no it doesn't. often it takes the least little thing to end it.

or perhaps it that there wasn't really love there in the first place. infatuation. need. loneliness. perhaps you mixed those things up with love, somehow.

it's a funny thing, that love. people write about it, sing about it, make public displays of it, paint pictures of it. they all kinds of things about it and of it.

lots of times, they lie about it.

the "i love you" lie is probably way more prevalent than "the check is in the mail" lie.

but the thing is, i don't think that a lot of people even actually know they are lying when they are lying. they think they are really feeling it. or they think they will feel it forever. and they don't.

here's the thing. i don't think really that you can ask a lot of love. but i think love asks a lot of you.

it asks you to understand when you are past understanding. it asks you to forgive when you are past forgiving. it asks you to suspend your disbelief, when you are past believing. it asks you to stretch a little further, when you're stretched to your maximum limit. it asks you to stay, when it's easier to go. it asks you to be brave, when you are scared out of your mind.

so yeah. i don't think it's love that keeps people together. anymore than i think it's wild horses that drive people apart.

so yeah. sing your songs. and play your music. and write your poetry. and maul each other in public. run your little races together. and whatever the hell else that you do. it really doesn't mean a thing. and don't count on it keeping you together. it didn't keep the captain and tenille together, and it won't keep you together.

so the question is, what will? i have to say "i don't know." maybe stubborness? integrity? amnesia? glue? twisty ties?

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