When I watch the reels on Instagram I feel sad.
I often wonder how the world has become like this.
Category: Love
Cheating as a form of love
I am surprised about some Love stories out there. Perhaps it is an algorithm I am catching, but I am receiving a lot of these Love stories on my feed. Not necessarily one specific feed.
Not complaining though. I am always intrigued about what there is out there when it comes to love.
It is not specifically one story that has been catching my eye lately. More over multiple stories and it gave me reason (for myself) to light my view over it.
A deep felt love
For a long time I have wondered. ‘Did my father love my mother?’
It wasn’t a random question.
In relationships I always felt so in love with the other person. It wasn’t something that was painful.
I was loving secretly.
Does Love start with Trust?
Many times I have thought Love starts when there is Trust.
‘If I can trust you blindly, I can love you blindly’.
And it didn’t come out of nowhere that I had these thoughts about trust and love. And connecting them together.
When coming from a relationship of lies, my first questions raised about this.
Not even stating what the effect of the lies had done to me.
Just the questions. Perhaps even a way for me to search for ground to experience love. Not even talking about true or genuine love. Real love. Just love in its essence.
But are trust and love connected? Do we need trust to be able to love?
Are Love and Hate the same thing?
‘They have a love and hate relationship’ is what I said.
‘We all know that love and hate are the same thing’, I continued.
My friend didn’t look convinced. However she did say something.
While she was still talking, I was thinking. ‘Is it really?’ ‘Are Love and Hate the same thing?’
Love Block
I believe circumstances can lead to not doing something, or being capable of doing something. We speak of a block. When it comes to writing it is more obvious. But perhaps the circumstances are not always the reason for the block. Let me put it like that.
But I think a lot of people are blocked. In many ways. Even without the circumstances.
And even without knowing. Not only the ones that are facing the writer’s block.
I was thinking of myself. Of the things I was writing. Not specifically something.
Ok, maybe just something.
I was thinking of my love life. Is it possible to have a block in Love? Or perhaps even ‘A Lover’s Block?’
Is Love something we give up easily?
I stared at the screen of my phone. I didn’t know what to think. ‘What had I just done?’
To love and to be loved
I wasn’t reading anything in particular. No books, no literature.
But when it comes to reading, I read of what my eyes are able to handle.
My mother couldn’t read and write. I don’t know if my dad was able to do so also.
I was too young when he slipped out of the world and I never had the chance to ask him. Perhaps something to consider.
Is Love a feeling to be stuck in thoughts?
He asked me : ‘What are you reading?’
My head was on his shoulder, while we were laying in bed.
His bed.
I wasn’t reading anything at that moment. My head was just resting on his shoulder.
I didn’t respond to what he was saying.
Is Love to hurt and heal?
While I am still recovering from a past love. It is not without saying that I am tired.
As healing is a journey in itself and a path of life that I am walking with pride.
It is needless to say that I am coming to a point, to a crossroad that I am starting to wonder if there is more than this.