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[soresuress]

My life, for the most part, is falling apart. I don't know what is reality anymore, even my previous concepts which I was set in and fighting for less than 3 days ago are starting to come apart at the hem. So, as all times as these, I turn to books; I turn to philosophy

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[losifer]

I'm sorry you feel depressed. If there's anything I can do, please let me know. For now, let me aid in distraction:
I also really like the idea of love as a choice. Particularly because it's something that you continue to choose, and also because it puts it into the realm of behavior. I can't deny that batterers in DV situations feel love, as they say they do, because I'm not in there head, but I can view their behavior, and that, for me, is not love. At the same time I'm a big fan of sort of mystical descriptions of emotions and experiences, though I know that they're rather mundane in fact. The one thing that I wonder about is why it seems that love bypasses conceptions of rationality? And I really believe that it does. People in love often act irrationally, though understandably. Selflessness, even sacrificing scores of people or things for the person who is the object of love: these are all common occurances when in love, and yet are often irrational.

[anonymous]

Isn't love, like everything else we label, a blanket to shield us from the cold of the unknown? Is there a love? Do we ever find a person that we can bond with, grow with, learn with and love? Perhaps not? It's a hope we hold in front of ourselves. That permanent carrot dangling to keep us running forth. We still keep the princess and knight secretly tucked away. We won't admit it in educated circles, but we do. We still smile at a rose and candle light. We still hope... hope for it all to be real. In the end, perhaps we love the idea and scoff at the reality. What is it that "love" offers us? I feel it's the thought that one person, at least one, can accept us naked and flawed. One person will hold us tight in the cold of the night. One person, if no one else cares that we drew breath. Can anyone of us claim to be that for another? Can any of us claim to have that given back? If, with brutal honesty, you can say yes... then congratulations, you know love.

Hold it dear.