Thursday, June 25, 2009

Thrusts of love

The driving force of man - the will to life? Slapped onto the earth with the goal of reproduction, amongst the confusion of who we are surrounded by. Some of us find our will to life a veracious journey, hot then cold, up then down. Sometimes we don't feel the serenity of the love. We try to fit ourselves into a predetermined structure of love - some inevitably fail to conform. It feels as if we are materialistic beings in action, but surrounded by a mist of colorful love. Shooting us like the arrow of cupid, missing us to throw us into the abyss. The more people we surround, the more we feel this mist expand and confuse us. Where is our love shooting? Alone, in the abyss we capture anyone that crosses our path. Focused with intensity, all our energy is directed at who this person is.

Some are great lovers, but woeful companions. We are all subject to the thrusts of love. Some of our lives depend on it, others disregard it. It dominates our minds and fantasy. I am thrown into the deep dark abyss - in the name of love - and then slammed into indecisive angst. The blind motion of our hearts. Is it blind or is it genius? It transgresses all boundaries. It is the driving force for creation in our life. To be at home in another human being's arms. These are the movements in which angst leaves our minds. The moments when serenity enters our hearts.