REALITY’S LOVE AFFAIR
Love is a perception; it is a false guarantee. Love is an escape from reality. The passion, the beauty and the ambition you see, draw you in to the point of obsession. Until one day you see it slipping away, you reach out and grab a hold of it but then, with perfect grace, it slips through your hand like a thousand grains of sand and you are left to watch it disappear, unable you reform what you have just lost.
We are addicted to the chase of our own happiness and obsessed with the concept that love is happiness. We hold onto love for so long because for a moment, just a moment, it helped us to imagine a life where we would never have to face reality. We are so desperate for that moment to last forever that it becomes our drug and man is it addictive. It drives us to the point of insanity at times because although we know it is impossible for that moment to last any more that just a chapter in our life, we still cannot accept that reality. We spend our whole lives chasing this drug, but like all drugs, the realisation that we can’t get that same hit forever becomes more obvious and accepting. So what is there left to do? Settle, switch or die still trying – that is reality. We change everything about ourselves and create a new addiction or draw ourselves to the same drug even though we know that it is bound to hurt us again. We do this over and over again until eventually; for the lucky ones; we become immune and begin to settle. For those who do keep chasing it; the concept of hope and what it is suppose to bring to you is the only thing worth holding onto and they take that to their grave. Regrets and mistakes make memories and it’s up to you to choose which ones to let fade. What are we even looking for in love? What do we expect? Till death do us part, for the naive to say they would rather die than be apart, well, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but that bullshit love doesn’t exist anymore, now that’s reality.
Maggie Kerr 2013 ©