Love

"Underneath this marble stone
Lie two beauties joined in one.
Two whose loves death could not sever;
For both lived, both died together."
--Abraham Cowley

Love, is it truly possible? Can it really cure ailments? Save lives? How important is love in our lives?
Each person would answer these questions differently based on the experiences they have had with other people. But when 'love' does happen...when the world seems to be kneeling at your feet, giving you a moment of joy...is that 'love' or happiness from loosing our sense of loneliness?

I personally have experienced love and indeed has changed me. I am content and enjoying life with some degree of repose. I am not confessing to my love's problems or it's apocryphal, for there are none. And I am happy to stay. I only wish to bring about a philosophical argument.

No matter how much you love your partner, your one true love. The sense and quantity of self-sacrifice you have or have not done brings a burden upon your shoulders and/or your mind. The human mentality can take and oppress so much. Are your actions, your kindness and care enough to keep you content with your life?

Are these acts of self-sacrifice worth living for? Is love a game? Or is it an elaborate scheme of entrapment?

First Glance At Life

"It makes a tremendous emotional and practical difference to one whether once accept the universe in the drab discoloured way of stoic resignation to necessity, or with the passionate happiness of Christian Saints."
--William James (1842-1910)

I am not here to answer or discuss why we are here? Why we exist? But rather the empirical question Why do we keep on living? Oh yes of course many of us have heard and perhaps answered this very question. Many would say "I have something to live for"; whether it is true or not; whether it is honestly meant by whoever says them, it brings to mind a simple query: "So perhaps ultimately we live for another and not for ourselves? We strive to keep those we care and cherish pleased or supported by our existence?" Why is it that we do not live for ourselves? (whether this question is applicable to all or not) Why is it that every time you ask people what keeps them going through life; they are more inclined to give a selfless answer like "I have a family to look after". I am yet to hear a man or a woman state "The whole idea of living makes me happy, and this strive for happiness is what keeps me going".

Perhaps the answer to these questions maybe simpler than I can ever conceive. Perhaps I am being to much of a cynic and need to look at life at another angle. But ask yourselves "What keeps me living life no matter the misfortunes that has come to past and will possibly occur in the future?"