It was a disaster waiting to happen. And when disaster did happen, we had to sigh –not because it was unexpected, but because no matter how prepared we are, no matter how clear the writings on the wall are, disasters are always hard to take. Yes, it was that obvious – obvious to everyone except for the two who met, who fell in love, and who thought this was bliss forever. And they were so excited, so happy, so thrilled by the first flush of love that we did not have it in our hearts to contradict them. We did not have it in our hearts to say anything that can dampen their spirits. We tried to be optimistic – for their sake. We hoped for the best, and tried not to expect for the worst.
But soon tension rose. Not because our thoughts brought it on, but it came as eventual result of a mismatching only heaven can patch. One was too laid back, the other regimented. One was fun-loving, mischievous, outré, while the other was schooled in the old fashioned way, and we detected a disturbing streak of meanness that cannot be covered by cloying sweetness and apparent generosity. The little molehill of irritations and the petty disagreements soon exploded to Mt. Krakatoa proportions. It was staggering. It was heartbreaking. Unjust accusations were raised. Ugliness, evil, injustice -these are apt words to describe what the other did to that one person. Stunned, angered, depleted – apt words for what that one person became as a result of what the other did.
What to do? What to say? How does one turn this staggering heartbreak into something positive? Should we even expect positive things to actually come out of it?
Here’s what I’ve figured out so far: we are fools for love. We do foolish things for love. We become foolish because of love. And when get hurt, we are stunned. We are taken aback by how ugly things can be when love becomes twisted. And yet we willingly go with it, headlong, we fall for love -over and over, and over again. Hopefully we recover from the bad fall. Hopefully we do not become embittered, or cynical, or jaded. And hopefully, we will meet the right person, sans the rose-colored glasses, sans the illusions, and the projections. And hopefully, we will get to taste the real bliss of love. End of thought.
But soon tension rose. Not because our thoughts brought it on, but it came as eventual result of a mismatching only heaven can patch. One was too laid back, the other regimented. One was fun-loving, mischievous, outré, while the other was schooled in the old fashioned way, and we detected a disturbing streak of meanness that cannot be covered by cloying sweetness and apparent generosity. The little molehill of irritations and the petty disagreements soon exploded to Mt. Krakatoa proportions. It was staggering. It was heartbreaking. Unjust accusations were raised. Ugliness, evil, injustice -these are apt words to describe what the other did to that one person. Stunned, angered, depleted – apt words for what that one person became as a result of what the other did.
What to do? What to say? How does one turn this staggering heartbreak into something positive? Should we even expect positive things to actually come out of it?
Here’s what I’ve figured out so far: we are fools for love. We do foolish things for love. We become foolish because of love. And when get hurt, we are stunned. We are taken aback by how ugly things can be when love becomes twisted. And yet we willingly go with it, headlong, we fall for love -over and over, and over again. Hopefully we recover from the bad fall. Hopefully we do not become embittered, or cynical, or jaded. And hopefully, we will meet the right person, sans the rose-colored glasses, sans the illusions, and the projections. And hopefully, we will get to taste the real bliss of love. End of thought.
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It's true that it's sad,
but it's sadder that it's true:
love's been linked to the blues.
Despite the pain that's nearly unavoidable with love, it is still true that "tis better to have loved and lost..."
- Alan
:)