Truth is so arbitrary. It is impossible to identify it if it cannot be measured by some objective tool. That means that any abstract concept is impossible to measure. The oddest thing is that concrete concepts become abstract when dissect and examined at the most minute levels.
Love cannot be a truth, even though there are people that say that love is truth. When a person dissects love they find that it is really a compilation of many different emotions, dependencies and conditioning based upon previous mutual concessions. One can hold the position that the combination of the elements of love create a value greater than the sum of the parts. That's debatable.
I am not saying that love isn't responsible for some great things, but some equally terrible. A father, so interested in the betterment of the lives of his children that he becomes the sole deterrent to their happiness. A mother, so dedicated to her family that she is slowly killing herself to maintain harmony within it. A girl willing to stress her resolve by closely examining objects and activities of aversion so that she can better connect with the man that she loves. Each of those examples spawn from love.
But, if those people were to look closer they would find different motives that they label as love. The father, raising the children, he has conditioned himself to control certain factors of his children's lives, and when they are adults, responsible for their own actions he is as unable to let go as they are to take on their responsibility. The mother, being conditioned to enjoy the happiness of her family finds that the lack of that happiness upsets her and she works herself to maintain a semblance of happiness even if it is costing her years of her life. The girl, forcing herself to do what she otherwise wouldn't is pursuing the elation that she experienced when she "fell in love", for she knows that without her concessions, she risks drifting away from the source of her happiness, whether that be a person that brings joy, resources, or prestige. Each have different reasons for their actions and yet each is labeled love.
Enough of that seran wrap that binds people together, there is nothing more tiring and at the same time more invigorating than love...
Love cannot be a truth, even though there are people that say that love is truth. When a person dissects love they find that it is really a compilation of many different emotions, dependencies and conditioning based upon previous mutual concessions. One can hold the position that the combination of the elements of love create a value greater than the sum of the parts. That's debatable.
I am not saying that love isn't responsible for some great things, but some equally terrible. A father, so interested in the betterment of the lives of his children that he becomes the sole deterrent to their happiness. A mother, so dedicated to her family that she is slowly killing herself to maintain harmony within it. A girl willing to stress her resolve by closely examining objects and activities of aversion so that she can better connect with the man that she loves. Each of those examples spawn from love.
But, if those people were to look closer they would find different motives that they label as love. The father, raising the children, he has conditioned himself to control certain factors of his children's lives, and when they are adults, responsible for their own actions he is as unable to let go as they are to take on their responsibility. The mother, being conditioned to enjoy the happiness of her family finds that the lack of that happiness upsets her and she works herself to maintain a semblance of happiness even if it is costing her years of her life. The girl, forcing herself to do what she otherwise wouldn't is pursuing the elation that she experienced when she "fell in love", for she knows that without her concessions, she risks drifting away from the source of her happiness, whether that be a person that brings joy, resources, or prestige. Each have different reasons for their actions and yet each is labeled love.
Enough of that seran wrap that binds people together, there is nothing more tiring and at the same time more invigorating than love...
posted by T.S. Idiot at 3:40 PM
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