If you ever find yourself wondering, trying to make sense of why you love who you love, stop, it is an exercise in futility.
Science will tell you that love is nothing more than the firing of signals in the brain and the release of chemicals. But that still does not aptly capture the logic that one defies in the name of love.
It is debatable whether love is finite, but what is not up for debate is the infinite pain that love can cause on its victims. The tearful sleepless nights, heated arguments, feelings of disappointment and depression.
Love! A four letter word that has brouht the greatest of humans to their knees - weakened their resolve, broken their spirit. Love, another one of the universe's greatest practical jokes - a paradox. Love!
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
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