Don’t listen to love songs if you don’t have to. If there is no reason to. Superman, and plenty more. Just especially when things don’t seem to be at their best. Your space is crowded and there are too many voices, decibels, in your head. It brings down a gloom, and life’s events become unhappy, every single one of them. Queuing at the bank is depressing, the bus ride home is an ache, Tesco is a painful pierce.
I decided a few days ago following a life-long think process that love was over-rated. It was the most talked about and written about subject in the world. Maybe apart from God. And it compared nothing at all to God. It is a waste of time and purpose, tears and hope. Save for some angel that was going to come full winged (wings spanning the distance between the heavens and the earth) to swoop me up into the skies of love, I do not see my ideal man lifetimes away. Maybe I am not the ideal woman, I am quite far.
Can I honestly ask though that what is that crap about love being blind? Because if you ask me, the prettiest ones seem to be the most ‘loved’ ones around, honestly. I encounter beings of little character but for heavy endowments gathering I love you’s from the widest and most unimaginable sources. No further comments.
Money, love, sex, music; all seemingly intertwined. Men look for sex with money; love also they claim. Sex sells and makes plenty men money; directly as porn, indirectly as chewing gum and shampoo. Music sells love to make money for more men. Love is a money maker. Match.com.
With age is supposed to come knowledge and wisdom. With mine has come more confusion and elusion. Maybe it is these topics that we must erase from thought and talk. Sex, love, and money. Mos def ingeniously used all three to make music; money.
Love is over-rated but yet I listen to the words with conviction. Hope is a horrible thing; it can keep a dying man alive and in pain; make a disbeliever in love wait endlessly; turn our words to lies; make man a vulnerable and untrustable character.
Hope. It should go in with sex, love, money, and music. I build my list.
You can make a moment a memory in a glance.
And I never thought that anyone could love someone so much that they give up on everything.
Somehow, we will all wait.
Till it's beautiful.
2 comments:
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you have spoken well. Life has more to offer than what we are made to believe, and all those you mentioned are not all that life has to offer us. but we have become too rigid or rather too blind to see the other things.
I do not think love is overrated though. it is just a matter of good things coming to those who wait. and for those little people who you think get shown love day in day out, it isnt love my dear....and I know you to be one who is not materialistic.
My dear, keep hope and faith. It is well.
I will keep hope...it is one of those things that the body denies but still acquires. Of that I have no choice.
There are certain philosophies in life that we must make rid of. I am not sure about good things always coming to those who wait. There is no rule of life...some of these quotes have histories of their own, they were said to impart knowledge and morality, not always come to life. Sometimes we have to get up and grab our good things. Sometimes people wait all their lives but do not get what they would call good things; or maybe somehow fail to see it. Love might be one of those things...there are many other aspects of life more real than love that need immediate attention everyday. As for me, I would rather channel my energy elsewhere. It is too much to be waiting for a wind that might not infact be able to carry me away.
Oh but congrats on ur blog...I saw ur profile and thot jeez my soul mate. The little things I saw were so me...I just read Animal's people..fantastic.
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