My So-Called Love Life

This site -- my anthology -- is the story of a man, a young man, trying to find his way to love. Experiencing everything in between and serving you his heart on a silver-freaking-platter to the naked eye, for the whole world to see; relate, indulge, delve, and hopefully learn from his mistakes. Happy Dating! Copyright © 2004-2011, "My So-Called Love Life" ® Mario Ion. All Rights Reserved.

Friday, February 27, 2004

“Ignorant Bliss”

What does one do when he realizes that all his life, he’s been struggling for this thing we call “Love”, looking for it in all the wrong places, finally attains it, but runs away from it when he does? What’s a guy to do when an Identity is something he doesn’t have, when Representation wasn’t something he’s achieved? When Life itself has brought him down so much, to the point where he believes in the things that brought him down. Such as non-existence. Such as a Mistaken Identity. Such as being Uncared for. Such as not wanting to Live…. Such as being Alone. Such as being Misunderstood. They say True Love is the key to all existence… then why do I feel so alone, so battered, so… Dead? If Love brings Life then why has it brought me a Death existence? Why has Love been the main consonant in my life, knowing that it’ll bring me down to the point where I will reconsider letting it get to me? Why do people allow themselves to hurt over mistaken actions? What does one do when Love IS in fact the ONLY consonant in his life, but it never seems to go right? People fall in love, from left to right, north to south, and they rely on it to erase whatever trouble they have in their life… whatever issue is eating at them. But yet, in doing so—relying on Love, becomes yet another Issue to one’s collection. We all ask ourselves if Love is in fact, the art of resolution… the act of feeling Alive. But why does it always seem to be the opposite? The art of Failure… the Act of feeling Dead. They say when you fall in love, it is the act of Growing up, Understanding… Evolving. But how can that be true if all it ever does is make us feel less of ourselves? How can Love be so overrated when deep down inside every single persons heart… they know it can resolve Nothing unless it’s perfect. Not to mention, Perfection does not exist. How can we all literally hunt down this thing called ‘Love’ when we all know it won’t solve anything, it’ll only make things worse once it’s over… which IS a definite possibility because as they say; “Nothing Gold Can Stay”. Why do we let ourselves fall into these ruts without even considering the outcomes? We all go after Love, expecting it to be some higher price of God’s wisdom, when really… Independence is the True Wisdom. There is no greater Love than the Love of Self, the ability to conquer and embellish throughout all of life’s obstacles, all of Life’s games…. All of life’s Issues. So, When it comes striving for Love…. How do we always seem to end up hurting ourselves even more than we sought out to be in the first place?


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