Artistic Footprint

I’m sure anything with the word ‘Valentines’ in the title would likely attract like… 90% chicks to 10% dudes, so hopefully I’ve left my bros out of the loop in this obviously sentimental, estrogen-infested post. But hey – love is just as universal as laughter, and they usually both go hand in hand. These are my thoughts towards probably the most powerful and greatest emotion humans have.

I like watching people in love. Especially those getting through the hard times. Self repair turns into a true human ability to share compassion and a desire to mend. Maybe that’s what the love songs are all about. The attempts to make a crashed world on a minute scale better. The one chance for people to retribute their mistakes by giving back to another person. An uninsisted pay it forward to create the greater good, the anomaly on the selfish gene map. Love may be the one chance humans have to save themselves. The true unexplaned ruler of the universe. The hole in the heart. Not dependency or infatuation, but a necessity to survival.

Some people find love at a young age. The “highschool sweetheart” syndrome. Those that manage to seize the reigns and harness its relentless speed are the lucky ones who seem destined to live the fairy tale. Some have no comprehension of what this new feeling is and no preparation for its wrath. The turmoil of a constant tumbling into the abyss of jealousy, infatuation, necessity, and one-way streets and do not enters. In fact the idea that your emotion defines love is not even considered, and once you do, she’s long gone and there’s nothing you can do. It’s an inevitable, constant, undying feeling that won’t go away. Nothing could save you from this infection of affection. But you can’t do anything about it, even though you know in your head that you MUST. The scheming, conniving love that blotches your imagination with images of a perfect, blissful world. How every part of your life would come together if she was there.

I don’t believe love is exlusive. I think it’s pretty fucking limited. There are girls out there that were the epitome of awesome. So fucking perfect, fit every nook and cranny that needed to be filled. But somehow they just didn’t hit the spot. That instinctive, head over heels, hot and bothered, stammering level of affection that most often causes awkward silences, slurred speech, and a just plain lack of control. Of course being out of control is scary shit. And as soon as that scared shitless feeling creeps up, things inevitably get uncomfortable. Independence is shattered, ominous woes of potential hurt, the edgy feeling of opening up with the hopes of trust are big changes that question its worth. Eventually your heart tells you that the world is a shit place and you need to protect yourself better. Go through this enough times and eventually you’re wearing a spiderweb of steel and thorns that keeps your independent, headstrong body locked away, wondering why.

The funny thing about love is that you have no control over it, no matter how much you’d like to think you do. You can’t control who you love, when, where, or why. Trying to force it and just wanting to be with somebody, anybody, is a futile and painful approach. It’s why someone dates hurtful people regardless of the advice of their friends,  its why you maintain a constant feeling of loss when someone gives up on you, it’s why you happen to meet the right person at the worst place or time, doomed for disaster.  But it’s also the same reason for this immensely forceful attraction that makes you fight to the bitter end and make things work. Its leaving a career for a person, or disappearing off the face of the planet in lust.

I would define love as an attachment. Something that isn’t complete without the other. It is nothing – has no value, no place, no direction, no engine without it. This is my call to all you unhappy folk. To be blunt and painful, life is nothing without true passionate love. But on a lighter side, a very select few of us manage to find it, and even fewer of those can harness it. This cannot be taken as a calleous, abrasive amplification of your despair, but a shock to get your whole ensemble motivated. Fight for what you need. Persist, be a fucking dick, break a nose and knock out a few teeth. This is LOVE and the two of you NEED it!

Hopefully this reinforces the love that you have, or it makes you ask the questions that need to be asked and sets you on your way.