Love is the stupidest of all emotions. Regardless of consequence or circumstance, it always finds an excuse to weather any storm. It's like a sickness that attacks each of the senses at once; taste, touch, smell, sight, sound. Eventually it renders you helpless to common sense. I remember the first time I fell in love. The sight of him made me sick to my stomach. His voice gave me hot flashes. Our first kiss I felt dizzy. Why is that? The one emotion that most people spend a life-time chasing is reminiscant of the flu! I would assume that atleast 80% of relationships fail. Most relationships are headed towards a brick wall in the beginning and the participants stay involved, well aware of the impending doom. I've said many times about a particular relationship that I knew wouldn't work, that I would rather stay in it and enjoy the scenery, the warm seat, and the mediocore wine than let go of my Mr. Wrong. Love seeks sensory pleasures and ignores the fate of your heart. Selfishly selfless. Most days I think it really is better to have loved and have lost than to not love at all. The heart can break a million times, and be pieced back together one million and one. Life is short, so we should do what makes us happy. And sometimes what makes you smile, will also make you cry. Tomorrow I may wake up and decide to move on from my stupidity; from love, but today I'm going to enjoy the scenery, the warm seat, and the mediocore wine.
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