A Treatise on Adoration

Falling in love is a lie.

There is no such thing. It's sung by bards and penned by laureates. But it doesn't exist. It cannot exist.

Hopeless romantics wait for it and thrive on fables of its eccentricities. Myriads of movies are made on the subject, and as they are watched, with each heartbeat every young woman wonders when she will meet her Prince Charming and each boy if he could ever be understood so completely and thoroughly.

It's portrayed as a glance across the room, a fleeting touch, a chance meeting. I happens in an instant and lasts beyond time. In our current world of cynicism towards love, it always seems to be fought initially until the torrent of serendipity comes crashing down and the participates see it (and themselves) for what it truly is.

The sad thing is our society shouldn't be doubting love. It should be doubting and disproving the very thing it loves to flaunt in every theater, on every book shelf, found on every t.v., and sung on every radio: FALLING in love.

The falling is fleeting. Once landed, you find yourself with someone you know you should have feelings for, but you can't help it anymore; you don't. You fell in love and apparently, just as easily, fell out of love.

I find this detrimental and dangerous. Love is not a whirlwind of emotion. It is not chemicals dancing throughout your body. And that's not only how we view it, but what we wish to emulate! We want to be hopeless, we want to have no choice. For some reason we want control in every aspect of our lives but this one. We want no dominion in this facet that is so arcane and so unknown. And as such, we refuse to take responsibility.

I don't get it.

Love is not something left to chance. It's not something we have no control over. We are not destined to be with someone, or fated to leave another behind. We control every other aspect of our lives. Yet we leave this one up to chance.

That is not love at all. Love is controlled. It needs to be cultivated. You choose who you love.

And I'm just glad I have examples in my life of people who love each other. They didn't fall in love. They took their time to know one another. They found out their qualities and their faults. They discovered who this person was, and once understood, made the conscience decision to give themselves and love them. And these are the loves that last.

You know who you are and I thank you.

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And I swear, if anyone says that I wrote this because I'm afraid that I won't ever get married... I will punch you in the mouth.

I can honestly say that I am in no way worried that I will die alone. If you wish to refute that, you are an idiot and a liar.

Good Day

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