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Nov 17, 2007 11:55 PM Puppets of love
Quite a number of my friends have been out of relationship lately. I felt so sorry and kind of sad for them. Some of them seems to be quite a great couple so its kind of shocking to found out that they've just broke up. Wonder why must relationships be full of heartaches. Why must there be tears and misery in a relationship? Why can't a relationship be just full of joy and laughter? I know that when there's happiness there will be sadness, when there's light there will always be darkness. Things will always have a positive and negative side. They'll never be separated. I understand that its part of life but I'm just puzzled that why can't life be perfect? Maybe what makes life so beautiful is because life is imperfect. Lately I've been thinking about stuffs regarding relationships. I always thought that love is some sacred boundaries that only the chosen ones will be allowed to pass. And those who tries to pass the sacred boundaries by force will be severely punished by having their hearts broken into pieces. But somehow my thinking have changed. To me now love is someone who is able to control our emotions, feelings, affections for each other and even affect the way we think. We're being controlled by love. Love uses us to entertain herself, like the way we're catching the television programme I guessed. Sometimes she enjoys seeing us hurt and at times she prefers a happier ending. Our fate lies in her hands. Simply speaking we're just like the puppets in her hands. We're just the puppet of love. Maybe I'm thinking too much so just take it that I'm crapping. |