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No, not suffering from either right now, but just thinking about it. Why do people fall in love, if heartbreak is the end of all love, and heartache is the only post-love experience? Think about it: you meet a girl, you fall in love, you love her, she loves you, all is peachy-nice until one of you dies. And then whichever one's left has to pick up the pieces, cry a bit, and move on with his or her life. You see? Always pain, and that's very much the best case scenario. Generally, it's all about meeting someone, then meeting someone better; or running behind someone until you can't run any more, or just ... or just ... I don't know. I can't say.
I'm trying to think about this rationally, emotionlessly, trying to figure out what would be the smartest thing to do and so on, but it's hard. It's love. It's supposed to be emotional and complex and irrational and sacrificial and ... and ... and ... well, all those other things.
Jesus Christ - am I going to be taking this post off for getting too personal? But that would undermine the honesty of this blog. Very well, never mind; let me leave this here, and let everybody just figure out whatever they want to off-of it.
But yeah ... love ... confusing. Never mind. Let's wait and watch and watch and wait and watch and watch and watch. There's time enough for everything, and anyways, I'm going home in less than two weeks. There will be stories, and there will be advice, and there will be time to lie back (in the beauteous hills of Kodaikanal, I wonder?) and just think about it all. Right now,
not thinking, not wondering, not ... not ... not at all at all at all at all-ing ... might must must be the best strategy. Oh crap, I forgot something, something important. But never mind. Tomorrow is another day.
(Didn't the best generals in the world get into trouble for saying that? That they won't worry about it, they'll look at it tomorrow, but - bang! - the world has changed, and the armies have moved, and all they can do is wait and watch as history unfolds before their helpless eyes? But then again, perhaps, defeat was inevitable; that was an end that had to be an end, so that a new beginning - perhaps at great cost, perhaps for the betterment of all - could begin. That's my curse, that's my oscillation: what is best for me in all of this?)
This post was posted by Unknown at 1:43 am
