
On Love and Life’s Paradox
Elevated and dropped
Gained and forfeited
Tossed and turned
Ignited and burned
Skyscraper of questions
Roaming each floor
Knocking on each door
To find answers that remain unknown
Searching for a homogeneous singularity
In the paradox of duality
Faced with the reality
Of life and love’s complexity
“If it doesn’t destroy you, it’s not love”
“If it is destroying you it is not love “
“Sometimes love is not enough”
“All you need is love”
“When you love someone, you become one”
“An individual in a state of fusion with one’s partner is diagnosed with dependent personality disorder. “
“Follow your heart”
“Don’t let your emotions cloud your judgement”
“You attract what you are”
“Opposites attract and likes repel”
“Primary love is narcissistic”
“Love is unconditional”
“Love is suffering”
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
“If you don’t despise the one you love, how will you know its love?”
“When you love someone, you love all of them”
The discrepancies in the definitions of love
Allude to the polarity of what human existence is consistent of
We survive on two drives
Eros and Thanatos
Life Instincts and Death instincts
We seek life by quenching thirst, feeding hunger, and satisfying pleasure
We are vitalized by love and cooperation
We desire death and manifest it by inflicting self-destruction
We are in pursuit of annihilation by exerting violence and aggression
The ones who listen, hear riddling voices in their heads
Some frightening, dispiriting, paralyzing, cementing them to their beds
Others reassuring, motivating, energizing, inspiring them for life instead
Metamorphosing their states, their rotten skins they shed
With love and hate, they struggle in pain
With destruction and reconstruction, they’re victorious in gain
We identify with our aggressor, thus love the one we hate
We identify with our aggressor, thus serve ourselves as bait
We sharpen the teeth griding our skins
We bury ourselves in the graves of our sins
We burn with the flames of passionate intensity
We fall like ashes with the rise of apathy
We lose ourselves in search of the other
We reach for our dreams that hover
We plead for freedom from the ones holding us in captivity
Only to see that they are the mirror projecting our duality
Only when we look into their eyes do we realize
That we are the prisoner and the warden in disguise
