Saturday, December 12, 2009

that's what we're waiting for, aren't we?

Love is not symbolic. Sometimes when you pick apart something so much it loses its meaning. If you sit there and analyze it to figure out how it works, it is no longer special. You can’t figure it out, nor should you try to. Leave it be. If its love, let the meaning come to you. Not in words. That’s not what it’s about. It is beautiful enough as it is, unique and a feeling like no other. Don’t look into it, take it at face value. Enjoy it and inhale it and as it fills you up you’ll know what it means and you won’t have to “figure” it out. Don’t put definitions or labels on it. It is not literature, it is not art. You can study it the same and compare its likes to these concepts and ideas but never try to grasp its meaning, or else it just means nothing. Feel it, don’t feel it. Whatever it is, whatever it means, take it- don’t cling to it; let it leave- don’t push it away. It doesn’t matter what it is, but it exists and if you’re lucky enough to have it and experience it, don’t impose prior impressions on it or put any expectations on it. Knowing the feeling alone may be the sole definition. Feeling defines the word better than any dictionary could describe it.
But what do I know about love anyways.

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