When you look for love in forbidden places, sure, it's exciting, until you realize you just shouldn't be there. Forbidden love is forbidden for a reason. In a way, it's the best kind of love. It's an infatuation on ecstasy. But forbidden love comes at a high price. Don't forget forbidden places are the places we should never breach. Just because I thought this could be different. I was wrong. I wasn't meant to be there at all. What happened when I walked past the line and into a forbidden place? It was something that held no definition since it was forever changing. I loved it. I hated loving it. I loved hating to love it. I accepted that I loved to hate the fact that I loved it. And I kept going only realize that in the forbidden place I kept hurting myself.
"I go to seek a great perhaps."~Francois Rabelais
Sometimes I wonder if everything I find is mere coincedence. Like it comes at the most perfect time. When everything is at the exteme low, there will be a sudden high. This morning, reading other peoples blogs (I shamefully admit I enjoy doing that) I came across this quote. It never crossed my mind that the fact we do the things we do is to only hope for a better outcome than the one we already have. Why do I keep pushing myself in the dark of a forbidden love? Because I'm seeking a rarity of an opportunity. Perhaps...
6 comments:
I enjoyed reading the blog. Points out the fantasy of a "forbidden place". If love is real to someone, or rather just a mirage of something more. Like an impulse.
I'm not sure who Francois Rabelais
is but obviously his a wise.
"love makes you do stupid things?"
This is alittle trueful. In the fact that, it suggests that someone is willing to do 'almost anything' to achieve the perfect girl/boy of thier dreams. Again, as you pointed out with reference to film, its a very overused cliché.
"...forbidden love is the worst kind of love"
You explored and challenged this quite nicely. The pursuit one has to 'seek' the greater object of thier effection
My next chapter was going to be on love, but i think you covered all the bases.
Also where did you read the other blogs? what other sites do you read?
i was just randomly browsing. on the top of this website theres a little toolbar and theres a 'next' button. its how i find some random blog sites.
you should still write your chapter on love, my blog was forbidden love and id like to hear your interpretation of what it does or means to you as well.
and thanks for your kind words :)
"love is something that scars."
it is. it does. but people still run after it, fully expecting to be deeply hurt. not really able to imagine romance any other way. the older i get the more i realize that my own idea of 'falling in love' [admittedly mostly based on movies and the bad emo music i listened to as a 14 year old and my very first,nightmarish relationship] is not something that i actually want. it's not realistic, or healthy. i don't want a thrillingly dangerous infatuation that ends in self-loathing and a gutted feeling. i don't want sex with someone that i don't know outside of my own ideas about how wonderful he is.
i don't want to amalgamate myself with someone who doesn't care about me as my own person, only to find that there is almost nothing left of me.
situations like those are terrible. love can make people willing (and ive seen this, im even a victim) to give everyone to someone only to get nothing out of it. and it hurts.
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