O Henry wrote a very romantic story, The Gift Of The Magi in the 1900s. It was about this young poor couple who don't have enough enough to buy presents for their partners. So, each other them decides to sell off their most prized possession to raise money for a gift. Jim sells his golden watch to buy a ribbon for Della's long red hair while Della trades her hair to buy a chain for Jim's watch. At the outset, it seems to be a perfect love story with both protagonists showing acts of unconditional love. Visit the same couple twenty five years later, O Henry might had gotten shocked to see the blatant bitterness that eventually overrides love and reduces lovers to perfect strangers. It is said loves knows no reason and lovers make no sense; so, when reason actually comes knocking at the door, love escapes the first or maybe, just evaporates leaving behind a residue of sheer bitterness, resentment and thorough regrets. Regrets for choosing relationships over careers, partners over parents and most importantly, love over self respect. Cersei of Game of Thrones explained this frankly and I quote her, "the more people your love, the weaker you become." That is the psalm of life.
And I don't know how sad it is but love turns into resentment quite soon. Give it some difficult situations, throw some tantrums around and take money away and before you know, love gets charred forever and the people stay holding on to ashes, looking through them to find the needle in the haystack!
Love is evil and believe me when I say this because I have seen a hell lot of people in my life who married out of love, stood up for their lover, compromised themselves to be in love, bargained their self respect and yet, none of these people are HAPPY today. None of them, not one…Today, when I look at these old lovers hiding behind their picturesque marriages and classy houses, I see their decaying love and broken promises. I see their general despair in their fraudulent smiles and I hear their tears roar in their drooping glances. It's so absurd how we never know what we want might not always make us happy. There are regrets all the time, every time.
I've seen so much of this bitterness in people around me that I simply cant turn my face away and dismiss all of it as bullshit. With all the people around me whose lives are stuck in an infinite loop of regret and resentment, I am forced to ask myself sometimes: what is the worth of it all? If it breaks and ruins all good things, why should be love anyway?
All the priorities we set, the time we spend, the moments we create, is there any meaning to all of it? Why do we let love to be our saviour when we know its just gonna hurt us real bad in the long run? Time, in an ever flowing river will wash all these moments, memories and relationships in a wonk of an eye, so why choose love?
I am a cynical creature, so blame me for that, but in my limited experience and understanding and evaluation of the people around me, love isnt a dark tunnel with light at its end at all. It's rather a black hole, devouring man's identity and leaving it forever.
Then why do men love? Why do they sacrifice themselves for their lovers for centuries now? Why are people constantly looking out for their better halves, soulmates or love interests? Is it just because love makes pain a little more bearable when love is the cause of pain most of the time? Or is it just an excuse humans use to shelter their weaknesses? Does love make the world go around(even if it's a shitty circle)? Or are we just to arrogant to admit that we cant let go of people once we are attached to them? Does love exist at all or is it just an old habit we are afraid to lose grasp of?
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