Love Pt. 14

sigh...there has to be an end somewhere, right?

I've hit another point in life. This time I've got something new, something interesting....something...amazing. I can spend all of my curiosity on it. All of my thought-power and intrigue can go towards investigating it.

Always before, I've been playing. Toying with the idea of love. Figuring out what it means, to me and in general. As much as I've written about it, there's always been an underlying knowledge that any of it...nothing that's happened, nothing I've felt, has been truly that defineable as love. It's always just been....something less. A part of a whole, different parts at different times even, but never the full thing.

Until now. And I realise how futile it may sound considering things I've said before. But I know it this time. You know how you're supposed to just know and not really understand? Yeah. That. It's a weird feeling, to be honest. Nothing quite so dramatic or noticeable or describable as all the sagas, myths and sonnets would make it out to be. There's no inherent feelings. There's no sudden welling up of emotion. Hell, there isn't really anything at all that's worth mentioning. All there is, the only thing, is just....the knowledge that it is what it is. It just...is. It's right. No explanation as to why, or how. It just is. In the same way that the universe...just IS.

The problems begin to occur, as they are want to do, when all those other things do start to rush in, because they're expected. All the emotions, all the periods of utter joy and extreme sadness, the tears and the laughter. The silence, and the noise. All of these opposites that force their way into life during these times. None of them are really needed, but all of them are there anyway. And it's those extra things that complicate it all. Simplicity is definitely not one of the characteristics in play here, as much as it is sought after.

Why is there the inherent human need to complicate things though? Why is it, then whenever we're presented with ANY situation in life, most especially emotional ones, we purposefully do what we can to make them as complex as possible. For a species that considers itself intelligent, we're not very good at dealing with things. Sometime, somewhere, somewhen, there has to a be a point we reach, as a species, where we've learnt from lifetimes of experience and actually start to handle thigns simply, yet effectively. It can be done. It just needs input from everyone. It needs to be accepted as the norm. I'm certain it won't happen in my lifetime, it probably won't happen for many lifetimes to come. It may not even happen in this universe, but I like to think it will.

Until then, we're stuck with what we've got. Until then, we have to deal with complexity.

Slowly but surely, I'm going to untangle the strands. I'm going to get it all working as it should be. It may take some time, but I'm patient this time around. I'm willing to work for as long as I need to, as hard as I need to.
Why?

Because.

I Know