Languor-
1)Lack of physical or mental energy; listlessness
2)A dreamy, lazy mood or quality: "It was hot, yet with a sweet languor about it" Theodore Dreiser
3)Oppressive quiet or stillness


LOVE?
The question that had mocked me with many thoughts and leaving me in a state of confusion. I shall warn readers that these questions can lead you to ponder and you might see the irony. (this post is about the people I see, not about me)

I got inspired when I was studying at Mcdonald's and I saw this couple walking hand in hand. That was how it struck me. Why do couples have to hold hands? Is it because it's a bloody trend? All those primary school kids are asked by the teachers to hold hands to create order. So do couples hold hands to create order? Or just feeling insecure? Before you meet your partner, you manage to walk without holding hands with anyone, so why now when you have met your partner you have to hold hands? Have you ever experienced when you are just looking at couples, one of them will surely get closer to the other one? I did, whenever I look at certain couples, the lady will start to get extremely close to the guy, practically nailing him down. I feel like saying this to her,"Look lady, I don't wish to steal your boyfriend, why feel insecure about it. Till you literally stuck on him like some parasite? You should know you are already with him, unless you know your own boyfriend is an unfaithful guy. And I am so not envious of your relationship, so what you are doing now is a waste of time!" Maybe they feel proud that they are in a relationship. Oh come on... So is love to them being known that you are with someone? Showing off? Making single people jealous? Where's the sincerity?

How do people know that they are in love? Are they really sure that they are experiencing love? Why do people announced that they are in love? Why do people think they are in love? (Its scary that this paragraph is full with the word love) The most important question is WHAT IS LOVE? Don't look up in a dictionary... I don't want a fixed meaning. I want peoples' meaning and opinion. ~~It be great if people give their opinion of love, just leave me a message~~

Is love and lust the same thing? Why say that love is sacred while the other is not? If you change your mindset(which has been altered by the stereotyped environment) you will be able to see love as a different way and lust may not be a bad thing. I believe lust and love works hand in hand, without lust, love will be mundane, hence I think lust is sacred too.

How to know that you are in love? Being sick in the head? Constantly smiling? Constantly thinking of your partner? Think of sex with your partner? Heart races when seeing your partner? etc. HOW to know? What if the feeling you thought is being in love, is actually not the feeling of being in love? Fate can always screw you up. I seriously don't understand it! I'm lost. To be honest, I think had experienced love because it was such a heart pain to lose him during that time. But I still do have the feeling that I did not experienced love that time due to my age. So to those who had or still is experiencing love, please ENLIGHTEN ME! Love seek by many, but the aftermath of love is best avoided by many. Therefore, why be in love when you are afraid being hurt by love? I best believe if someone say he/she is in love, one must be prepared to bear and face all consequences. Even if falling out of love and the difficulty of obstacles faced when in love!

This post is like asking "Why is the sky is blue?"

Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all you pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world gose by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

How true is this poem? I love this poem!

Blogged @ 11:04 AM