No this is not one of them cheesy posts and before we start, if you're a hopeless romantic or believe that love can end wars and cure disease, then fair warning: this post will destroy your pink bubble. Kind of... So let's get going!
I was just lying there and one thought led to another and I find myself thinking about the last dinosaur falling dead with its skeleton laid after falling 50 ft from above the ground. Now TV shows, movies, documentaries and such forms of entertainment will create a whole plot that will convince you that this said dinosaur died, not from excessive heat, not from dehydration, not from not from lack of food, not because a meteor fell on earth, etc... They will convince you that this dinosaur didn't die because of any theories, or epiphanies any scientist had, but rather of loneliness. Now hold up there, yes I know you're going to say that animals feel emotion, that people die from loneliness yada yada yada and that's all true, it happens and it is very real. What I don't get is the human's mind obsession with the idea that love is the most important element of our lives. That without love human beings cannot function properly. Almost every single movie, song, or show ever made no matter what its genre is doomed to have the element of love hiding somewhere. You see characters falling in love, falling out of love, heartbroken, lonely, love-sick, love this, love that. You will find a particular character declaring love as the most amazing thing on planet earth. And I just don't get it!! Why? As if we need more motivation towards loving love, towards seeking love... Even characters who are so anti love it's funny eventually end up being mushy puppies when a certain person strikes their lives.
I am not talking about platonic love, but rather the kind of love we - as in lonely individuals crying over said dinosaur hear about so often than experience, the kind of love these movies and plots make us run after no matter what. It consumes us, consumes our thoughts, our actions and eventually our lives. Being in love is great, awesome, congratulations to you for finding someone who's ready to tolerate your weirdness for the rest of their lives! But I bet it wasn't on top of your priorities list, I bet you weren't sitting around all day and night picturing THE one and refusing to look around. I bet you were just going on with your daily routine, not having a care in the world and they just happened to pass by, also unprepared to meet yourself. Now I am not calling people who do the opposite of that idiots or anything, they are victims. We are victims of the superstar fever that is Love. We are victims of being subjected to that word every single day and night all around the clock wherever we go to entertain or take a break. We are tricked into thinking of it as the end of the world. 2012 the movie might as well have been about the last person on earth who is yet to fall in love with someone -aka me- and about the struggles and difficulties they go through because they are not in a romantic relationship with someone. But here is the thing; it is not the end of the world, you don't have to rush to find it or leave your entire life behind to find it or just get mad at the world for not finding it. The experience of any relationship is as good as we make it out to be, as we want it to be with a little help from the partner. It's a team work.
Back to that dinosaur, it probably wasn't alone and they probably all died because a meteor hit planet earth,, god knows human beings need one of those to restore their senses as well -just kidding, a little bit maybe-, that's my favourite theory.
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