"All I want is, and all I need is, to find somebody, I'll find somebody like you."
"But for you I'm never good enough."
"I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece."
"All I want to be is somebody to you."
"You're nobody till somebody loves you."
And there are countless other lyrics that I can quote as such, simply because at one point, I'd relate to them excessively and they held meaning for me. Not that I've completely denounced them today, but the simple gist of such songs,that is, being obsessed about seeking someone to love, completely giving yourself to them, not knowing what to do without their smile, the meaning of life seemingly undecipherable in their absence- confuses me to an extent where I struggle to gain practicality out of these words that are so beautifully spun- and fail.
Yes,love coupled with infatuation and lust happens to the best of us and the desire to live or die for 'the one', still persists deep down in my cynic of a heart, but my question here is- Why have we been romanticizing love like we can't live without it?
No, this is not an article pleading hate against the idea of romantic love. Nor does it hide ruins of a broken heart, wanting to be heard out for once, seeking therapy in words. This is just a baffled mind thinking out loud- Do we really need a 'someone' (implying a romantic partner) to survive the utter chaos of a world that we live in today? Is it necessary to have a pair of arms to fall back into when both the ends are breathing fire? To have yourself kissed where it hurts and until it hurts?
The fantasy of it is a burning reminder of how we all long to love and be loved like that one day, but sometimes, the imagination exceeds a limit where you do become it- a painful existence inhaling the need to be coupled with one's soul-mate, feeling incomplete without the same.
This is where i step in, and ask you to stop-
Ask you to stop waiting for someone to come around for you to be 'whole'. You'll lose yourself in partial 'almosts'.
Stop thinking about 'what could have been'. The ghost of it will haunt you forever, making you feel even more incomplete.
Stop thinking that you're lonely. Half the person within you is still waiting to be read, befriend him.
Stop self-harming for the sake of abusive or unrequited love. A part of your soul will starve in meaningless melancholy, fragments of your heart embezzled by physical pain and emotional stress; for a love that may or may not exist in your heart, but shall definitely live on your wrists.
Stop making yourself a recluse in the memory of lost love.You're forgetting that a 'morning' succeeds the 'mourning.' Embrace optimism, and find happiness and love in little things that nurture your virtues. It isn't any less lovely, I promise you that.
We often forget that loving ourselves doesn't make us vain or self-obsessed, it just makes us invincible. So much so, that we're beyond the pain of people leaving and once they start slacking, we're aware that we'll be content without them.
Romantic love might dismiss all logic and exude you into an exalted state of living for the other half, but self love grants you an eternal sense of euphoria whilst sustaining your senses. Romantic love might blind you to fatal flaws, but self love is all-seeing and eye-opening. Romantic love might let you learn more about the other; self love grants you an insight into your own self.
Go out more often, meet the ones who love you back as much. Find solace in places that comfort you,but venture into the unknown once in a while. Go sit by yourself in coffee shops, leave notes in bathroom stalls, get drunk on dreams, be open to meeting as many as new people, make mistakes and joke about them the next morning. Laugh at your quirks, accept idiosyncrasy and think less about other's people opinion of you. Be their shoulder to cry on, but simultaneously accept the fact that it is impossible to be a storm of a person. Realize that it's okay to break down about small things and be insecure every now and then. Yes, I'm asking you to start looking beneath the beauty that such small things could possibly hold, which you probably imagined with the person you're in love with at the moment. And they manage to sustain this beauty sans glorification of romance, don't you see?
Do not let the distorted image of love being circulated by the society fool you, darling. You're beautiful, enigmatic and possibly hilarious and you certainly do not need a lover telling you that. Build on friendships, and the day you decide to fall in love, I promise I'll be there. Just don't forget to love yourself.
"But for you I'm never good enough."
"I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece."
"All I want to be is somebody to you."
"You're nobody till somebody loves you."
And there are countless other lyrics that I can quote as such, simply because at one point, I'd relate to them excessively and they held meaning for me. Not that I've completely denounced them today, but the simple gist of such songs,that is, being obsessed about seeking someone to love, completely giving yourself to them, not knowing what to do without their smile, the meaning of life seemingly undecipherable in their absence- confuses me to an extent where I struggle to gain practicality out of these words that are so beautifully spun- and fail.
Yes,love coupled with infatuation and lust happens to the best of us and the desire to live or die for 'the one', still persists deep down in my cynic of a heart, but my question here is- Why have we been romanticizing love like we can't live without it?
No, this is not an article pleading hate against the idea of romantic love. Nor does it hide ruins of a broken heart, wanting to be heard out for once, seeking therapy in words. This is just a baffled mind thinking out loud- Do we really need a 'someone' (implying a romantic partner) to survive the utter chaos of a world that we live in today? Is it necessary to have a pair of arms to fall back into when both the ends are breathing fire? To have yourself kissed where it hurts and until it hurts?
The fantasy of it is a burning reminder of how we all long to love and be loved like that one day, but sometimes, the imagination exceeds a limit where you do become it- a painful existence inhaling the need to be coupled with one's soul-mate, feeling incomplete without the same.
This is where i step in, and ask you to stop-
Ask you to stop waiting for someone to come around for you to be 'whole'. You'll lose yourself in partial 'almosts'.
Stop thinking about 'what could have been'. The ghost of it will haunt you forever, making you feel even more incomplete.
Stop thinking that you're lonely. Half the person within you is still waiting to be read, befriend him.
Stop self-harming for the sake of abusive or unrequited love. A part of your soul will starve in meaningless melancholy, fragments of your heart embezzled by physical pain and emotional stress; for a love that may or may not exist in your heart, but shall definitely live on your wrists.
Stop making yourself a recluse in the memory of lost love.You're forgetting that a 'morning' succeeds the 'mourning.' Embrace optimism, and find happiness and love in little things that nurture your virtues. It isn't any less lovely, I promise you that.
We often forget that loving ourselves doesn't make us vain or self-obsessed, it just makes us invincible. So much so, that we're beyond the pain of people leaving and once they start slacking, we're aware that we'll be content without them.
Romantic love might dismiss all logic and exude you into an exalted state of living for the other half, but self love grants you an eternal sense of euphoria whilst sustaining your senses. Romantic love might blind you to fatal flaws, but self love is all-seeing and eye-opening. Romantic love might let you learn more about the other; self love grants you an insight into your own self.
Go out more often, meet the ones who love you back as much. Find solace in places that comfort you,but venture into the unknown once in a while. Go sit by yourself in coffee shops, leave notes in bathroom stalls, get drunk on dreams, be open to meeting as many as new people, make mistakes and joke about them the next morning. Laugh at your quirks, accept idiosyncrasy and think less about other's people opinion of you. Be their shoulder to cry on, but simultaneously accept the fact that it is impossible to be a storm of a person. Realize that it's okay to break down about small things and be insecure every now and then. Yes, I'm asking you to start looking beneath the beauty that such small things could possibly hold, which you probably imagined with the person you're in love with at the moment. And they manage to sustain this beauty sans glorification of romance, don't you see?
Do not let the distorted image of love being circulated by the society fool you, darling. You're beautiful, enigmatic and possibly hilarious and you certainly do not need a lover telling you that. Build on friendships, and the day you decide to fall in love, I promise I'll be there. Just don't forget to love yourself.
