Flawed Butterfly
I was watching a show on television the other night and noticed something. The theme was love and it talked about three different couples who were dealing with their emotional problems. And as I watched I realised how traumatic and complex relationships are. I mean yes it sounds trite when I put it down in writing, but… as I watched these people break their relationships apart and try and salvage them, I noticed that it was just like studying Shakespeare in high school.It’s all about the fatal human flaws. And I think sometimes love itself is a flaw. These girls prostrate themselves for the one they love. They stay despite these guys either refusing to admit their love or even worse, not loving these girls at all. Yet the girls remain. Constantly looking out for their loved ones to the extent of sacrificing themselves or giving up their own lives for them.
In any other context or situation I would find this very disturbing. Yet, you end up feeling so much for these characters all I can feel is awe. How can these people do this? Is it just love? Is this what love truly is in its purest form? Or is it just what our fantasies would like love to mean? The fact that I’ve moved away from mine can mean either I didn’t love him as much as I claimed or that maybe what I watch on television is wrong (and god forbid that ever happening).
So which is it? What exactly *is* love anyway? And does it honestly really matter all that much?? After all, I’m doing just fine. *polishes nails*
posted by Enigmatic Butterfly @ 1:00 pm
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