Diary Entry: Donde Hay No Amor

Donde Hay No Amor/Where There Is No Love

By RDC

In case you've ever wondered--even if you're already head over heels in it and this piece of writing arrives a tad too late--there is no such thing as true love. As I write this, I'm listening to one of the soppiest songs ever which provides all the more incentive to go on.

Perhaps our fleeting obsession with a person--which is somewhat akin to infatuation but relatively reasonable and sober; and the duration of which varies from human to human--is what is known as love. The period might be as short as a few months or as long as thirty years but sooner or later you plummet down to earth.

People harbor similar sentiments for their pets and belongings and all that jazz. They speak of loving their families which I do not naively believe. Even that is not eternal or unconditional. It is only the ties of blood and the years of companionship that obligate you to remain bonded to each other. While, deep down the circumstances are such that "each to his own" gives the impression of pertinence. It is sad that we are perfectly capable of falling out of love, just the way we fall in. All the hunky-dory haze that surrounds us evaporates and we suddenly lose all purpose behind our connection. We drift apart, unable to love each other anymore despite resenting the severance.

Another state of affairs is where lone partner outgrows the marriage/relationship and decides to break it off. The other might blame them for all the heartache and despondency, but it is inevitable after all. One simply must not have faith in the outlandish concept of unfailing fidelity and loyalty because at the end of the day if the person whom you supposedly love doesn't want you around, you don't starve to death. You live on; you forget. Love is just one of the many distractions that life offers to keep us from looking at the deeper and greater rationale behind our existence.

Children are brought up to comprehend that true love--if there exists such a thing--is the ultimate goal in their life. We do need companionship; fine, let's have that. But must we feel the need for affiliation so strongly? Do you not think it is resistible? We are here to be part of a live, nature-simulated environment, experiencing the randomness of happenings and the curiosities of time. We are here to contribute to history and perform deeds that make our lives worthwhile.

Love is one of the biggest weaknesses of mankind. This is not part of a campaign against world peace. Peace and blind love are two different facets of compassion, situated far from each other. Self-actualization has rightly been placed at the top of the hypothetical pyramid of human needs. One way of looking at it is that it governs all others.

Most of the fiction, movies, songs and whatnot speak of love and depict love--nauseatingly so. They do have different approaches but it all comes to down to the same soppiness always. It is mere objectification of our precious lives, souls and intellectual minds. The propensity to not believe in love cannot be imposed upon people. Only, it is time an emerging (or rather something that has always been there) school of thought yet to be recognized--one which does not necessarily pigeonhole a person's interests into desire for male and/or female.

The prospect of a life without love might seem bland to several but once one dabbles in it, they might find themselves relieved to be free of the shackles of human emotion and the demands of the social order. One should not be bothered by what people think"they're wondering the same, in all probability.