So said The Beatles. But other groups disagree: "Love Stinks", "Love Hurts", "Love is a Battlefield". Who's right? Who's wrong? Both and neither.
Love, in the same day, can be our greatest joy and our greatest pain. After food and shelter it's our greatest need. Yet, at any given moment, at any period of time, many of us can't find it, or, having found it, find it fleeting. We kill for love, love kills us. Love conquers all, love conquers you. We give it and get nothing in return. We sacrifice everything for it and wind up with nothing.
Occasionally, it works. We fall in love and it lasts.
Today is Valentine's Day, which, along with Mother's Day and Father's Day, is another stupid, once-a-year
commemoration that's meaningless to all but the clueless and telephone, chocolate and greeting card companies.
Social pressure, corporate profits and media madness strike again.
But what about the real thing? Real love. The love expressed in 90% of music, literature, philosophy, art.
Does it exist? Can it ever be "real"? And how do you know if it is?
You don't.
Just as you can't really ever completely know anybody, the one you love will always remain a mystery.
Does he/she or doesn't he/she? It's a gamble. And, like most gambles, it's based on nothing more than a feeling. A hunch. A racing heart. A fire down below.
It's scary. It's risky. Could even be dangerous. But if you find it, and it's real, it is all you need.
So be brave. Go for it!
And don't save it for Valentine's Day.
If you have it, you don't need it. If you need it, you don't have it. If you have it, you need more of it. If you have more of it, you don't need less of it. You need it to get it and you certainly need it to get more of it. But if you already don't have any of it to begin with you can't get any of it to get started with which means you really have no idea how to get any of it in the first place, do you? You could share it, sure, you could even stockpile it if you'd like, but you can't fake it. Wanting for it, needing for it, wishing for it. The point is, if you've never had any of it, ever, people just seem to know. Love is a catch-22.
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