Temporary Madness

yes, love. it is but something we can afford to lose our sanity. i don't know, but despite its irony that love is yet undefinable, there's a whole, wide, vast perspective through which man can draw their own definition out of this magical feeling. oh well, maybe that's what makes it undefinable, there's an infinite number of definitions a human psyche can come up.. and with which one meaning is quite individualistic, that it all depends on how the person sees it, and how it just works for himself.

it wouldn't surprise me if people will be caught in this booby trap that love has devised itself. sometimes, you find yourself caught in a quicksand devouring you, enveloping your entire being, consuming your humanistic physicality, your psychological state of mind, even your deepest emotional senses from which every momentary sentiments or passionate emotions are rooted from. even if at times you are suffering from this entrapment, we still revel in the torment that we are undertaking.. or a better way of projecting it is that, we are unaware of the pain because we are blinded by the concept of love, and that it is just part of the package that we have come to willingly accept and embrace. insanity, temporary madness, overshadows the probable escape that might have taken into consideration..

there's just so much foolish acts that we find ourselves doing when we are IN LOVE. it's just an exhilirating feeling that it seems we are walking into the clouds. we are numb with the feeling of pain because love is overflowing and that we are anesthesized with lies, deceit, sorrow. i, for myself, plead guilty of insanity. i am crazy about love. it's like an addictive opium that fires my senses to produce pleasure, highness, and bliss. the feeling is yet undefinable, and as been said, it is quite an individual perspective that only i, for myself, would have such experience and notion about love.

at the present moment, i find myself IN LOVE. i have always been in love. romantically or just the absolute meaning of being in love, having someone to share this feeling, either intimate or those familial ones.. even the spiritual kind of love, for that matter. i find myself in a situation wherein i am outpouring with this exhilirating feeling. but, at this moment, i want to be in love with a man that can make me feel high. that with him things are lighter, they seem to get bettter. i'll be able to see the light that shines beyond the darker days. i'll feel the love that embraces me, caressing me with hope, rekindling my faith.

Although, deep inside this feeling, I know that there’s nothing more that I will be getting. Factors that cannot be avoided, and that I think there’s nothing more in stored for the future. sometimes we are caught in this entrapment and that we find no escape. But, for in truth, we don’t want to stumble upon the fact that there’s some way out but we are caught in ultimate irony of it. despite the hardships that it brings, we try to endure every heartache.. every little thing seems to be magic. A tonic that seems to wash away the pain.. funny it seems… even we’re hurt we still find good things in it to keep it alive.

when you're in love, you give meaning even to the slightest details that happen in your life.. life is but more meaningful with love. much more meaningful if you had someone to share it with. however, we are blinded with the reality that things happen just because. we are just the ones who give meaning to life. although, come to think of it, as a famous philospher, Paramenides, said - everything is just an illusion.. or we can say that words are just words. there's really no such thing as LOVE, or being in love. it's just a feeling that we have come to put up into a four-letter word.

**i got this from my previous blogspot but highlighted, deleted a few to make it more appropriate for the current status of my life.:)


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