Curious inquiry revisited.
And you think to yourself: "Will she ever stop?"
"Won't she just look around to see all her success, all that abundance; and just be happy?"
Because my obsession with finding answers to inevitable questions disturbs you.
(it déranges you, as the French would say)
But this is not about happiness or sorrow, unless it's about both and everything in between.
It's about finding the meaning of that story.
A story with infinitesimal variations, yet always the same,
surviving centuries, unadulterated, untarnished, ever elusive.
You know the story.
Boy meets girl, serendipity, attraction, happiness, complication, inevitable doom.
Relapse, zemblanity, loss and then; perhaps regret, perhaps nostalgia.
It's the average love story. Yes, we call it love, even if most of the elements are anything but.
Did you ever stop and contemplate this:
In an age of technology, science and capitalism,
- all realms pertaining to the rational mind, reality and trust in the market to make the right decision,
What dictates our lives are still the woes caused by the quest for- or the loss of- love.
So, is desire all about loss? Is love all about desire?
Why is the measure of love loss?
Why aren't you asking yourself these questions, too?
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