The tie that binds.....

There truly is only one tie that binds. Love. It is the one thing we can never control, the one constant which is beyond our capability to grasp in its entirety. We're born, we love, and then we die hoping that someone would remember who and what we were. Love is answer to the questions that people are too afraid to ask, and the prize for which the contest is fought.

Have you ever sat down and thought about why you love something or someone? Did you ever look into the eyes of your lover and ask 'Why do I love you?' Love is something for which there is no true answer. You could chalk it up to a number of things, but none of them could ever encompass that which drives us to great lengths to achieve it. It could never explain why we're so irrational when it's involved. I've always stated, and known no greater truth than the fact that we never choose love, but love chooses us. Trying to explain why this is is like trying to nail a house fly to the wall with a watergun. If emotion is irrationality, then love is absolute insanity and we're all insane at some point.

I've often wondered what the world would be like without love, and the answer is always the same. It would end up as a cold and worthless place, haunted by beings of questionable worth and life. Perilous and without content, people would cease to be human, and become shells without potential. We would have no causes to strive for, and no reason for being. As a civilization we would fade into black because there would be no reason to continue to exist. Horrible. Why do we have children? In modern society it really doesn't matter if love is there, because of the whole fable that we should just be able to screw like rabbits without consequence. Truthfully though doesn't that end up being worthless in itself? Most people are in it just for that momentary rush of hormones into their bloodstream to make them feel wonderful, and rarely notice the lingering voice in the back of their mind saying 'was it worth it?' Many people today are afraid of committing to love, fearing an end to their comfort, or cringing at the thought of change. What difference does it make? If you don't even attempt to love someone, then you'll spend your days wondering if you missed your chance. You wind up crying into your beer at the end of the day. You'll look at yourself in the mirror and lie, telling your reflection that it'll be ok, there's always tomorrow, plenty of fish in the sea. Bull.

We lie to ourselves everyday, and it's no wonder that we'll willing deceive ourselves about the one wonderful experience we could have for ourselves. We lie because it's beyond our control, beyond our capacity to grasp, and beyond our skill to cage. We wind up back at square one, because we never take it upon ourselves to take the chance to love, fearing failure, afraid the other will not have the same random emotion at the exact same moment. But how can we be certain? Failure comes automatically when you risk nothing. You fail at love when you don't put your heart on the line, and we see that reaction everywhere. Lonely people.

It's no wonder that the world is in the state that it is today. Too many people wandering about convinced their lives are worthless, and looking to increase the misery by torturing one another to alleviate their own problems. Love each other dammit! Until we can find more creative ways to function around one another, then love truly is the answer.