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A New Old Subject: First Love

What is so enigmatic about the emotion or thought that constitutes the realms of so called First Love, will be something that will keep every one who's been through that state bothered for as long as they keep breathing.

What pesters those who have failed in it, is not the failure if shared, but the rejection because of something they didn’t possess and that’s bound to be natural since they wanted it so bad that they start pondering about the criteria they couldn’t fulfill, norms they couldn’t adhere to, spark they couldn’t provide, feelings they couldn’t ignite, etc, etc, etc….

Is it for real? That’s the first doubt that clouds the mind if one tries to sneak into the problem domain by being a rational animal, and what follows is a long list of questions unanswered, desires unfulfilled and dreams unrealized which linger on even when the person decides to forgo.

Let me just ask one question to all of us, is it worth it? I mean, come on, so what one couldn’t appreciate what you have or what you are. They always carry with them a long list of so called norms or criteria that they seek in the one they think they will fall in love with. Come on people, give me a break, you can’t choose to fall in love, you just fall. Well, if you do choose to fall, forgive me, it’s something but not Love.

More to come as the topic is too quondam to let go….

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abinash said…
Hhmm.... writing blog at wee hours of morning or late hours of night is as good as writing comments after a good read. Nice analysis. Good choice of words. Do keep writing more frequently. I have subscribed to your blog! [:)]
March 20, 2008 at 12:14 PM
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