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The thought of pain in risking to love becomes very powerful to such an emotional investment.
Who would want to feel love knowing that pain is just in the corner?
I am no gambler on romantic love.
I do not want to play unless I am certain that I will win.
Maybe that is the reason why at this age, I only have had a relationship but once. Short-lived.
And yes, I can only count on my fingers how many were my crushes, most of them, if not all, are gays.
The thought of loving and being loved in return, the way you expect it to be, is such an ideal scene.
Scripts of which will usually be ignored if not drastically trashed.
No one has the power to manipulate fully how events will unfold, simply because we all have the freewill.
I ought to feel and express what I want, everyone is entitled to do the same.
It's just a wish, a crazy one, to think that everything will fall into place the way we have planned it to be.
If you want to love and invest on it - you cannot have it until you learn to risk. Courage is crucial.
Allowing oneself to take the risk does not at all assure that success in the pursuit of love would come handy thereafter.
You risk in love. The next best thing is to act on it, and hope for the best.
But, before you even plunge, it pays to also engage thy self to calculated risks.
Know as much information as you could.
Control your heart if you must before leaving it all up to your emotions.
Pain is not a pre-requisite to bliss.
Joy need not have trade-offs at all times.
But reality bites. Where there is love, there is this constant threat of pain.
We may love just enough, much, or inadequately, there is always this pain that is part of the picture.
We may choose to avoid it, but we can never eliminate its existence in the scene.
Is it worth to love again after an emotional pierce?
Why not?
Who is immune to pain anyway?
Love.
Love until pain becomes foreign.
Love until you cannot distinguish passion from hurt.
Love as if pain is its seasoning, the defining flavor.
But love your own self more, much more than the extent of pain you allow yourself to endure for loving the one you have chosen.
To love and to be aware of the pain that clings to it is knowledge to aid us to be the best person we can be while loving;
it’s not an idea that will prepare us to be a slave to stupidity of pathological love.
May we always have the courage to get out from the arena of pain, the same courage that moved us to love in the first place. :)
Who would want to feel love knowing that pain is just in the corner?
I am no gambler on romantic love.
I do not want to play unless I am certain that I will win.
Maybe that is the reason why at this age, I only have had a relationship but once. Short-lived.
And yes, I can only count on my fingers how many were my crushes, most of them, if not all, are gays.
The thought of loving and being loved in return, the way you expect it to be, is such an ideal scene.
Scripts of which will usually be ignored if not drastically trashed.
No one has the power to manipulate fully how events will unfold, simply because we all have the freewill.
I ought to feel and express what I want, everyone is entitled to do the same.
It's just a wish, a crazy one, to think that everything will fall into place the way we have planned it to be.
If you want to love and invest on it - you cannot have it until you learn to risk. Courage is crucial.
Allowing oneself to take the risk does not at all assure that success in the pursuit of love would come handy thereafter.
You risk in love. The next best thing is to act on it, and hope for the best.
But, before you even plunge, it pays to also engage thy self to calculated risks.
Know as much information as you could.
Control your heart if you must before leaving it all up to your emotions.
Pain is not a pre-requisite to bliss.
Joy need not have trade-offs at all times.
But reality bites. Where there is love, there is this constant threat of pain.
We may love just enough, much, or inadequately, there is always this pain that is part of the picture.
We may choose to avoid it, but we can never eliminate its existence in the scene.
Is it worth to love again after an emotional pierce?
Why not?
Who is immune to pain anyway?
Love.
Love until pain becomes foreign.
Love until you cannot distinguish passion from hurt.
Love as if pain is its seasoning, the defining flavor.
But love your own self more, much more than the extent of pain you allow yourself to endure for loving the one you have chosen.
To love and to be aware of the pain that clings to it is knowledge to aid us to be the best person we can be while loving;
it’s not an idea that will prepare us to be a slave to stupidity of pathological love.
May we always have the courage to get out from the arena of pain, the same courage that moved us to love in the first place. :)
