As the tittle states, I hate promises. I'm not saying that everyone is the cause of this, its just a part of me in the past that I cannot forget. It is also the kind of thing that I keep looking forward to and its still mere words.
My typing sucks this morning so I'll make this short.
I actually don't have much to expand on this, just the thought of it. I think that when a promise is done it should be carried out. At least to the most possible human way. I do not mean to say that its a forced action, but if a promise is made, it was for something.
But either way, they break. They are the most dangerous situation and they can ruin relationships. I try not to promise things. I think that in my imperfection I will as well break them and honestly its like not only did I hurt myself, I hurt the involved.
I think of them like a crystal cup. A precious little cup, so delicate that a simple blow could crack it. It has to be treated with the most careful gentleness. Nothing, not one single thing can touch it, just the carrier. And still no matter what, promises can't be eternal. Nothing in this life is forever, except imagination. That has no limits.
I have many matters to attend so this is just about it. I hate promises because they break.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
The Mona Lisa
The first time I looked at the Mona Lisa I wondered why everyone made such a fuss about it. It seemed to me as if it didn't matter the story behind it or the controversy, the beauty of it was the reason why I liked that piece of art. To me it really makes no difference what is behind a person. It is who they are at that moment that matters and that is all that will matter forever. Of course there are times when an encounter with a criminal might seem like the end of the world but only in that case is it ok to be more critical.
The reason why I bring this up is because I had an unfinished blog and it has been bugging me that I had not completed it yet and I won't. I do have to say that questioning my thoughts is a matter of confusion and no logic. I hold my own logic. Well then again, I am seventeen and my logic could change, but like one author once said, "there are years of wonder and there are years of answers" or something like that. I may not hold true logics now but I will eventually, yet what I think now is the only thing that matters. Like in the Mona Lisa, it is not her smile and lack of eyebrows that will tell the story, it is the beauty of the artwork that has led to such fame.
My question lately is one that I am not really allowed to wonder or even discuss yet due to my short age, but in this case I have two logics and both sadden me.
What is love.
Before I get the whole 'you will know when you're older' stuff because 'I am yet too young to know', I'd like to say that I am at an age to wonder. I am excused to ask. And I have my own opinion.
The first was given to me by a very old friend of mine that has been married for some years now. He is a wise man and I am comfortable asking him stuff. I just have to be careful the way I ask. He stated that love may not end at death. Love at one point changes into the less passionate and lustful desire. It becomes a friendship. Company. The way love is supposed to happen in the first place. My comment in this is that like all things and situations, feelings change as well. Like some kind of mutation. It is not as if we wanted things to be like this, they just happen. This is true because I have seen it in many cases where is seems to me like that love feeling has vaporized into a memory. In most cases, this is true in older couples when sorrow consumes them after the death of their partner. It is a cycle that cannot be interrupted yet.
I agree.
My next opinion was given to me more directly by an all-knowing friend. Not meaning mockery but, when I asked, he avoided the subject until I kept insisting for an answer. Fear? I think yes. Love, according to my dear friend, is a feeling that is never there. Like in an equation, I would interpret, x+y=love. The values are not given. They do not exist, and in one way they do because, that is love. There are however, an infinite number of solutions. If love is a feeling that is never there, then how do you know that the other person is feeling it as well...? After all, love is supposed to be mutual. I think it is a matter of company.
Friendships are not completely compatible. Otherwise it would be awfully boring. The more you learn about a person the more you can relate, not the more you can say "oh me too"
SCENARIO
Him: I love walks by the park.
Her: Oh yes me too.
Him: I like reading sci-fic
Her: Yes. I do too.
That would eventually turn very monologic...or however it is you say that.
Or we could say...
Him:I love to read
Her:I don't. Why do you?
Him: It is a way to express emotion and thought. You should give it a try.
Her: eh... I guess
And then He can look forward to something.
I guess what I'm trying to say with the latter is that I cannot agree with the second logic. If love is a feeling that was never there then how can it exist? It cannot and it does. Love is just one way. The way I see it is that two people find a liking in something of the other person, there is an absence in both lives and the other person fills it. Like a puzzle. You just have to wait and find the piece that fits, and in the end, it will no longer be two connecting pieces. It will be a lifetime of memories that will, indeed, wear out. Love mutates like all living things. So to me love is alive.
The reason why I bring this up is because I had an unfinished blog and it has been bugging me that I had not completed it yet and I won't. I do have to say that questioning my thoughts is a matter of confusion and no logic. I hold my own logic. Well then again, I am seventeen and my logic could change, but like one author once said, "there are years of wonder and there are years of answers" or something like that. I may not hold true logics now but I will eventually, yet what I think now is the only thing that matters. Like in the Mona Lisa, it is not her smile and lack of eyebrows that will tell the story, it is the beauty of the artwork that has led to such fame.
My question lately is one that I am not really allowed to wonder or even discuss yet due to my short age, but in this case I have two logics and both sadden me.
What is love.
Before I get the whole 'you will know when you're older' stuff because 'I am yet too young to know', I'd like to say that I am at an age to wonder. I am excused to ask. And I have my own opinion.
The first was given to me by a very old friend of mine that has been married for some years now. He is a wise man and I am comfortable asking him stuff. I just have to be careful the way I ask. He stated that love may not end at death. Love at one point changes into the less passionate and lustful desire. It becomes a friendship. Company. The way love is supposed to happen in the first place. My comment in this is that like all things and situations, feelings change as well. Like some kind of mutation. It is not as if we wanted things to be like this, they just happen. This is true because I have seen it in many cases where is seems to me like that love feeling has vaporized into a memory. In most cases, this is true in older couples when sorrow consumes them after the death of their partner. It is a cycle that cannot be interrupted yet.
I agree.
My next opinion was given to me more directly by an all-knowing friend. Not meaning mockery but, when I asked, he avoided the subject until I kept insisting for an answer. Fear? I think yes. Love, according to my dear friend, is a feeling that is never there. Like in an equation, I would interpret, x+y=love. The values are not given. They do not exist, and in one way they do because, that is love. There are however, an infinite number of solutions. If love is a feeling that is never there, then how do you know that the other person is feeling it as well...? After all, love is supposed to be mutual. I think it is a matter of company.
Friendships are not completely compatible. Otherwise it would be awfully boring. The more you learn about a person the more you can relate, not the more you can say "oh me too"
SCENARIO
Him: I love walks by the park.
Her: Oh yes me too.
Him: I like reading sci-fic
Her: Yes. I do too.
That would eventually turn very monologic...or however it is you say that.
Or we could say...
Him:I love to read
Her:I don't. Why do you?
Him: It is a way to express emotion and thought. You should give it a try.
Her: eh... I guess
And then He can look forward to something.
I guess what I'm trying to say with the latter is that I cannot agree with the second logic. If love is a feeling that was never there then how can it exist? It cannot and it does. Love is just one way. The way I see it is that two people find a liking in something of the other person, there is an absence in both lives and the other person fills it. Like a puzzle. You just have to wait and find the piece that fits, and in the end, it will no longer be two connecting pieces. It will be a lifetime of memories that will, indeed, wear out. Love mutates like all living things. So to me love is alive.
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