I am having a pretty awesome weekend so far. Last night was absolutely hilarious. Katrina, Laura, Ashley, and I enjoyed the opera and the vinoteka afterwards. We probably killed three or four bottles between the three of us, and we didn't stay out too late so we were able to enjoy today's beautiful weather as well. I just got back from reading at the reservoir. This morning, Katrina, Laura, and I went for langos at the reservoir, I went to the botanical gardens with a guy who met up with us briefly last night, and then I went back to the reservoir to read in the grass until the sun left and I was cold. I have since been eating comfort food and cleaning and trying to put myself at ease...why, you ask?
Perhaps, it's that I kind of miss people from home today. Also, Madame Butterfly last night made my eyes water a bit. I had had a good portion of wine, but I don't think that was the issue. I watched and listened to this actress portraying the plight of a woman who gave everything up and put all of her hope and love into a man who was simply waiting for the next phase of his life to begin. I have felt the excitement that she had while waiting for her lover to return, and I have seen other people hope and believe in people who simply did not plan on staying in the relationship... It's so cruel when someone's words promise forever for and then the person moves on as if they are not hurting anyone by doing so. Thank God for friends and family and other joys in life that make it worth living, because I think part of a person is destroyed when they are the one left behind. They have to give up on the past and the future that they believed in and start over, adapting a new world view. On the plus side, though, it is a remarkable treat to be able to start over and reshape your outlook on things. It is a time for growth and understanding, and I think it makes a person much stronger for having withstood such shattering realizations.
Perhaps, some people might think I'm taking the subject of a broken heart too far. My argument is simply. Even more important than the fact that it is like internal bleeding that is hard to be recognized for and does not get fixed for years while very few people are actually able to see it and still fewer to help is the fact that we are trained from a young age to believe in love. Love is supposed to be the goal of a life, and their are countless sayings and movies about how powerful it is, and how it is worth every physical thing that we could possibly possess. When a person sees another person as this embodiment of love, though, it is a problem. Where love is pure, never fails, and always endures, human beings are flawed, let you down, and can be very fickle. I still believe in falling in love and that I will be in love with someone to the point where I would do anything for them again, but I will never again confuse that person for the incarnate of love himself in my life. There are so many things that you can be passionate about and things and people to love. Today, I would have loved be lying close to someone I really cared about while I was reading who I could have held hands with on the walk home and met up with some friends with later, but I have great friends, the day was beautiful, and there are always reasons to smile and be content with all around you.
...I guess that solves my melancholia for the evening. Thanks for standing by! =)
Perhaps, it's that I kind of miss people from home today. Also, Madame Butterfly last night made my eyes water a bit. I had had a good portion of wine, but I don't think that was the issue. I watched and listened to this actress portraying the plight of a woman who gave everything up and put all of her hope and love into a man who was simply waiting for the next phase of his life to begin. I have felt the excitement that she had while waiting for her lover to return, and I have seen other people hope and believe in people who simply did not plan on staying in the relationship... It's so cruel when someone's words promise forever for and then the person moves on as if they are not hurting anyone by doing so. Thank God for friends and family and other joys in life that make it worth living, because I think part of a person is destroyed when they are the one left behind. They have to give up on the past and the future that they believed in and start over, adapting a new world view. On the plus side, though, it is a remarkable treat to be able to start over and reshape your outlook on things. It is a time for growth and understanding, and I think it makes a person much stronger for having withstood such shattering realizations.
Perhaps, some people might think I'm taking the subject of a broken heart too far. My argument is simply. Even more important than the fact that it is like internal bleeding that is hard to be recognized for and does not get fixed for years while very few people are actually able to see it and still fewer to help is the fact that we are trained from a young age to believe in love. Love is supposed to be the goal of a life, and their are countless sayings and movies about how powerful it is, and how it is worth every physical thing that we could possibly possess. When a person sees another person as this embodiment of love, though, it is a problem. Where love is pure, never fails, and always endures, human beings are flawed, let you down, and can be very fickle. I still believe in falling in love and that I will be in love with someone to the point where I would do anything for them again, but I will never again confuse that person for the incarnate of love himself in my life. There are so many things that you can be passionate about and things and people to love. Today, I would have loved be lying close to someone I really cared about while I was reading who I could have held hands with on the walk home and met up with some friends with later, but I have great friends, the day was beautiful, and there are always reasons to smile and be content with all around you.
...I guess that solves my melancholia for the evening. Thanks for standing by! =)
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