Love Part I

These entries about love shall be part of a series of posts, because like life, Love is always changing, morphing, fluctuating.

Love, it’s been around forever. It’s been the topics of countless works and pieces of art. Take Romeo and Juliet, yes it was a tragedy, but it was also a love story. Some of the greatest songs have the theme of love written among the notes; I personally like L-O-V-E by Wayne Newton. Art works painted by famous painters have always inspired love. All of these things have inspired love around the world. Love has reached the world globally.

But love can be compared to communism? Maybe love looks good on paper, but doesn’t work in practice. Maybe it’s some theory of the universe that Einstein couldn’t figure out, something unsolvable, but at the same time undeniable and so intriguing.

I know what you’re thinking; you think I’m a non believer, a cynic. I am not a cynic, I’m a realist. Now Charles Dickens, he was cynic, he hated everyone and everything, from the industrial revolution to the government to the workers themselves.

There’s a key difference between a cynic and a realist. A cynic hates, while a realist questions. Cynic’s are incapable of love, while realists ask questions before they fall.

I'm just questioning before i fall

-- xoxo Caity