This will take a while, as I am eating while pondering the worthless endeavors of "love". It is such a beautiful thing to write about, but truly a dire thing to experience (and miraculous to live to tell the tale). Seeing as I am writing about it now, it proves my first point. As for the second, this is for a friend who has fallen hopelessly head over heels with a girl that had once returned his affections. It's a pity their escapade was merely for a short amount of time. (remembering what Romeo has scowled that love is the thing that makes time pass quickly) For an entirety, Love is weakness. Since it is the said cause of our very existence, it would obviously be the very same thing that could destroy us. In all of the world, I know not of people who have controlled the reins of love instead of love holding the reins of them. That is typically writing a promise on water. This has happened lots of times too. Love makes the average human tongue say the unspeakable, the promises that were obviously (but overlooked) half-meant. Seeing how the word "promise" makes an unexpected heart-jerk, the other is left hanging, expecting, dreaming, wishing and wanting.... Which leads to getting hurt. William Shakespeare had spoken these words: "Expectation is the root of a ll heartache." I, on e other hand, had not much to respond saying "the obvious is true." it's what I see that irks mortals to the brink of breaking down, the point of no return, the edge of their sanity. The reason they expect is because they were given a reason to. As I have said, the promise as an example but there is so much more. The media did give a higher and ridiculous standard and expectation of love. But the media is not to blame, seeing as it is still the decision of the viewer to think of it as fiction or not. Fairy tales and myths usually involve love, but tragedies seem to revolve around how love abuses the nimble human train of thought. I point out to several of Shakespeare's play, I believe he did try to point something similar out to us. First off, is the ever-so-famous "Romeo and Juliet" of his. Whether we like it or not, love is the reason they both fell into the jaws of self-slaughter. Secondly would be "Hamlet" seeing as Hamlet was driven crazy by his love of his father and how Ophelia was driven mad of her love of the prince. Thirdly is "Macbeth", we notice that Lady Macbeth is the one pushing her husband towards ambition, yet why does Macbeth mindlessly obey? The answer is the monstrous four letter word. Fourth on the list is "The Merchant of Venice" it is a comedy sure, but Shylock's troubles aren't anyhow appeased especially when his daughter has fallen in love with someone not of their religious beliefs. Lastly would be "A Midsummer Night's Dream". Very much a comedy, but pointlessly so. It explicitly exposes the kind of obsessions and delusions that love actually brings. Yet these madnesses happen not only in plays, books, and stories. Apparently, these sad misgivings of fate happen in reality too. Especially the ones I've seen. Weeping, suicide, swearing, depression, anger, revenge, lust and more accompany the lines of love. It is nothing but itself. Love is sadly very greedy, very manipulative, and very childish. Love does nothing else but what it wants, not what it needs. Love makes a person do the unthinkable, because it does not bid the mortal to ponder upon it. Love is the lame excuse they throw around to explain the impossible. Love is the single weakness unknown to most men. Love is what blinds but lies that is blind. Love is the grip that had promised to be gentle. Love isn't allowing me to finish my dinner. Excuse me, I have to finish my food.
