I'm fascinated by the way society can construct things for everyone to believe. Following the pack, we all accept and conform to what could be complete bullshit to be the truth. Is there any reality beyond what we personally know and have proof for?
Love is a strange idea. No one can truly define it through words, pictures or song. Every time, love hurts, but yet every time, we start over, and chase it again. If it wasn't so good, it wouldn't be worth the hurt or the chase. How do we know that love exists? Its the centre of our lives, the centre of society, but have you noticed that there seems to be 'right' and 'wrong' types of love?
Its constructed by the truths of society that love can only between man and woman, only loving one person, and that one person must be of the same age and class as you. But if love is supposed to be spiritual and personal, do we not have the right to decide this for ourselves and make our own truths, but does there have to be truths at all, is it not enough to simply live, and love, without asking for truths or acknowledgement, or a little smiley face sticker for being perfect?
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