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Our Selfish Love

In the matters of ill demented love there is no cure-all. There are only elevated states of emotions that, sooner or later, sicken all of us. When it comes to love we better bring everything to the table making sure there are no cards left unturned and above all no skeletons hiding in our closets.
Are these sound theories? Maybe they are, but we should always walk into a relationship with the understanding that our past will keep dragging us down, leaving our minds and bodies staggering amidst the storms, and in due time slapping us back into the present to strive to keep us above the water. In reality this could only happen, if we allow it. Be aware that we will be able to shake those monkeys of our backs, and we will ultimately recover. It's a long lasting process, but patience and persistence are key elements. Nonetheless, self-control and motivation will seize the moment and play their role.

Love has plagued our hearts since the beginning of time, enclosed our feelings in the carcass of the departed, and stupefied our state of consciousness. It has blinded fools and made devoted followers of non-believers. Haven't you heard that true love is unconditional? To me anything other than that establishes or creates a condition not dignified of receiving a mark or label characteristically of true love. Yet a myriad of us go around demanding this and not that from our loved ones.

There are probably exceptions to every rule. The love for your partner belongs in a category different than the love for your children and/or family and friends. By the same token, the love for your pet hopefully, surpasses that irresistible attraction for an inanimate object. Yet, in the end, no one is obligated to love anybody. Love is not a feeling that launches like a virus airborne, wanders polluting heart cells, and rejoices by damaging the best thoughts in your mind.

Rather, by osmosis it should be an act where only volunteers participate without expecting anything other than what they put into. More like, if you want me, then I want you back. Sounds simple, doesn't it? But what will happen if the picture was reversed? I'm crazy about you, but you don't feel the same about me. Then, nothing should really happen. The common denominator should be the simple dissolution of this non-binding union. Why put up with the embarrassing theatrics? The thrill of the compounded and unnecessary drama more often than not results in the painful burial of the x-loving pair.

~ Ó Daniell Fedrón November 21, 2007

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