Real love versus the fanciful and widespread notions of what love is supposedly all about!

What's your definition of love?

By Stanley Collymore

 

People usually prefer to gossip a lot about hypothetical

relationships without really expending much if any

serious thought at all to what they’re actually

doing, or for that matter, even for a solitary

moment, bothering to consider the likely

outcome of their speculative musings,

let alone constructively contemplate

on the possible ramifications of their bewildering actions:

namely, what they’re casually, usually quite senselessly

and indefensibly thinking and saying whenever they

glibly, irresponsibly and uniformly, basically for

emphasis sake effectively, talk about emotions

that they either amorously or might otherwise

carnally feel obliged to and then purposely

and wantonly, as their first and only

hopeful move, attribute to love.

 

Yet most bizarrely and quite ironically too those who’re

the most clamorous and readily given to pontificating

at every turn on, doing so in contradiction of their

own dismal and wholly ineffective situations

in relation to love itself and, moreover,

invariably taking to openly, unasked

for and noticeably ad nauseum

expressing their subjective

and basically off-limits views about love relative

to others whose personal circumstances they’re

barely cognizant of if at all familiar with, are

the very ones who’ve no problem it seems

in arbitrarily deeming it their inalienable

right and specific duty to automatically

deliver allegedly expert advice and

assistance on how all those other

persons should in conformity

amorously manage their

own individual lives.

 

Seeking genuine expert guidance in relation to a love

difficulty whether this has been occasioned through

unadulterated innocence, gullibility, exasperating

frustration or scrupulously nurtured ignorance

is one thing; however, having unwarranted

counsel, from whatever source, recklessly

thrust down the throats of others who’re

willingly, or more fittingly coercively, prepared to

accept such actions or not is another matter and

mustn’t be tolerated let alone succumbed to

in any condition. For it’s your life, and

proper and requested advice aside if

and when you genuinely need it,

to determine how you live it is

therefore and should always

be your resolutely decided

and sole decision alone;

personal and likewise

quite embarrassing

mistakes made

indisputably

included!

 

For if at the spurious behest of others you wilfully

choose to disallow yourself the right to be who

you really are in all matters precisely relating

to yourself and afterwards to submissively,

specifically and quite significantly too

be doing so in relation to all affairs

pertaining to love; what is the

point then of pretending that you honestly know

what love is all about when effectively there’d

be no reality to any of that or anything else

you’re either thinking or actually saying?

Since, in effect, this unsound redoubt

of yours will inevitably render you

as nothing more than a sinisterly

predetermined, considerably

controlled and, unhappily

as it’ll surely turn out

to be, a discernibly

vulnerable, and

an enormously

unsuspecting

and a most

obliging

human

robot!

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

29 December 2015.

 

 

Author’s Thoughts:

Regardless of whom you are or how clever you consider yourself to be no one person or even a collective of such individuals have the full mastery of love, and in my opinion never will. For love is as complex a subject matter as any specific subject matter could ever be, since it impacts in a diversity of ways, at some time or other, on every aspect of our human emotions whether we intend for this to be the case or not.

 

That said, there are certain guidelines one should follow, plus the genuine acknowledgement too that comes from learning from mistakes personally made or that one has observed others having made, and through those processes ensuring that you successfully get through if not managing however to fully master the complexities of love. So if anyone should in earnest tell you that they know all about love or have the answers to love’s multifaceted problems, just politely ask them to go and see a good psychiatrist.

 

However, for all that, I’d much prefer the complexities of love any day of the week than the mundane aspects of a situation where you knew precisely how things will turn out and everything will be completely immersed in blanket conformity. Personally, I can’t think of anything more boring. But then each to his or her own!