Exactly that, because a lot has happened and I haven't told the whole wide world (or the maybe one person who actually reads this) all about it..
Couldn't that just be the life story of facebook? It's a bit of an odd concept. Where's the line between egotism, imitating celebrity culture or just being a coping mechanism. I know sometimes it's easier to just put that you feel like crap on a facebook status than it is to tell someone you're struggling.
Update on my life..
Because context is a useful thing when reading something.
So.. University. Wow. Incredible. New. Exciting. PEOPLE! Things to do.. Phwoooar.
Which is why i've made veeeery little progress on my creative writing ventures.
Also, shockingly, I've also recently seen the break down of my relationship. Yes, I found it very hard to cope with at first, especially given the circumstances in which things have happened, but I'm dealing now. After a very emotional few months I think i'm starting to settle which means I'll actually have clear enough thoughts to write again. xD
Either way, my love life has taken an.. interesting turn. I'm saying nothing on here in an attempt to avoid the whole putting my private life online sort of opening statement kind of thing, but there's someone I like. Someone who likes me.
Mmm if people actually read this.. I bet they'd be really guessing right about now.
So some interesting thoughts I've had lately.
Please don't be shocked by that statement. I are quite intelligent sometymes i swair.
What's the price of happiness and how do you know you've found it?
Can you steal something that wasn't truly owned in the first place, or can theft happen on a deeper level?
So, just what actually is love, how do you recognise it, what's the right KIND of love?
I suppose the only real answer there is that, none of them can be answered outright. They're all circumstantial.
The first one I'd sort of been thinking about anyway and then rewatching The Beach for the hundredth time re-put the thought in my head. We all know how happy feels but if you can find happiness why is it that you can also lose it? Say for example, if a relationship doesn't change but you start to lose interest, despite how happy it made you before, was that real happiness? Or maybe that's the point. Happiness is not something that's immortal and is something you can only ever seize in the moment and once that moments gone... well you just have to be happy for the memory. So WHY then, do we pay such enormous prices for happiness? A daughter goes against the families wishes to be with a man they distrust. Well we all know that it won't always be a happy scenario so why is it worth the price of family? That's a pretty hefty price. What about monetary values placed on things? What about sacrifices made?
The second one is very dependent on personal opinion, I think. At school, one thing that used to really annoy me was "you stole so and so"from me. A person can not be stolen, they CHOSE to go. Well, unless school kids have taken to shoving potential friends in sacks and dragging them across the playground.. ok, kids of today, wouldn't put it past them. But then on another level it is like theft. If someone or something holds a particular place or label in your life and they are then removed from that without your permission or consent, it is like a theft has taken place. It's a very strange and tricky one I think. I suppose maybe like beauty, theft too is in the eye of the beholder.
The third one I suppose is unanswerable. It's just, I think about three people in my life that I'm certain I have loved (or do now) and each time it's had a different feel to it. One was the most burning, urgent feeling in the world. Exactly what I'd wanted at the time. I'd even gone so far as to hurt myself over said person and honestly, even today they have a big hold on me, even though I know longer feel like that. The second was a more comfortable feeling. A sense of belonging, fitting and harmony. A deep kind of caring. Blind as I was, in a lot of ways I wondered if it that was it, that was how it was meant to be. The third is.. harder to describe. It's without desperation, it's without serious depth. It's like a quiet happiness that somehow excites me completely. Like being free to laugh, free to be happy and just enjoy oneself. Somehow a strange mix of safety and excitement that, you don't want to lose and miss when it's gone. In my current mind set the third sounds fantastic because it's so not stressful. The other two can be very problematic. That said, three can have it's issues and it's complications. Three isn't without temptation.. but it's not a strong feeling it's a oh holy cow my willpower went just then and I don't care. Three isn't without care. The thought of said person being sad makes me very sad. But I couldn't be happier to think of them smiling.
So how do you define which of those is love? Having experienced them all, I would say they all are. They're all genuine. Perhaps, it's wholly dependent on the person and maybe that's why they're all unique because otherwise the line between a crush and love would be so thin. Not that it isn't tricky now? Would I be asking myself all these questions if it wasn't?
So perhaps that's the moral. Don't ask questions. Just live. Be. Do.