I'm hopelessly hopefull, your just hopeless

Hope, a word usually filled with many positive connotations. A word depicting a desire deep within ones heart, a desire for something greater then what they have already achieved. Also it is a word of major letdown, upset and heartbreak. One will always build up their hopes in different situations hoping always for the greatest outcome which is not always realistic, possible or going to occur. How does this leave you feeling? Building up inside than an event is going to occur, ignoring all parts of greater knowledge nagging in the back of your mind and setting yourself up for a trap of false security. This is the downside to hope, where considerable pain is caused, makes sleep and dry eyes and night a rarity, and, especially in a society such as ours, the increasing urge to punish, injure or harm oneself in constantly nagging at these insecurities. This dark world which has formed you will remember has come from a place where you were filled with a bright spark, filled with the desire for something you knew wouldn’t happen, yet you managed to allow yourself to believe this lie, why? You would think eventually one would learn not to continuously make this error of judgement and perception. There has to be a feasible reason for these events to continue on. There is no simple reason for every situation is different, but a lot can be put down to love, the single most mysterious emotion man kind has even known. The pure blinding nature of love which leads astray any man or women is inescapable, unpredictable, unbreakable and the world’s greatest gamble. It is this nature of love why people continuously fall to the traps of hope and find themselves wondering how this could happen. It is also this nature of love that explains why two weeks later you will fall for the same trap because no matter the pain; love overrides, no matter the fall; love is greater, and the reward, the total ecstasy of love is the reason why I, like many others will never give up hope and why we are prepared to risk falling to the traps of hope to gain hold of love.

Blurring lines of Confusion

In the value driven idealistic society from which we dwell deep within the power of few words remain in the steadfast strength they have in centuries gone past. One of these final frontiers, remaining one of a kind grows in meaning as words fall around it to the consuming demonic consumption of technology and seeming lack of attitude and desire we all posses. Yet with all this defamation and apparent faults of the human race this word grows exponentially, baffling everyone, striking when least expected and becoming an overall nuisance for those who cannot grasp it. Yes the word is LOVE and the mystique and insurmountable power of it being the essence of how we may still be able live in a world language thrives. Poets, authors, philosophers and random writers such as myself have had an eternal fascination with the word and the endless connotations which attract the constant drive for knowledge, answers and meaning. Quote after quote, poem after poem, song after song, story after story; yet has anyone managed to grasp the eternal depth, mystique and double edged effect of love? The way people are drawn in and so possessed by a single emotion completely and utterly blows my mind. How, as I have seen, felt and lived, one can live completely risk free and take everything with a cautious approach to life can lose sight of it all in the ring of love. Yes, even the most reserved find themselves acting out of line and out of character. Here lies what I see as the greatest mystery of love, does it bring out the best or the worst of us? Has the meaning of love changed so much over the centuries that it now comes to involve lustful thoughts, actions and that it can bring out the worst in us? That a desire for something rides so high that we would do absolutely anything to gain, love or lust? Or has the line between love and lust become so blurred that they have become one. That you can take the glory, beauty and peacefulness of love and leave with the hunger, desperation and disrespect of lust yet not know that your feelings and emotions which swell deep within have become polar opposites of what the appeared to be as your original intentions. As this rant could continue on and on, I wish to leave a conclusion for you to think about, if love and lust have become one what does this mean for mankind? What have we done to the most beautiful emotion and feeling we could all undergo. Forget lust, just love.