h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

"Love sucks. Why do fools fall in love? Love is a series of constant heartaches." Haven't I heard these kinds of phrases, or others like them many times durning my life?

I often hear songs on the radio that bring back the pain of love, in the mood of the music, and in the words each singer mournfully cries out. Usually it strikes at the depths of my heart too.

Why does pain seem to be so much a part of love? How can something that is supposed to be so wonderful bring so many tears and heartaches? It seems that because such pain comes to me in the midst of love, or from someone I love most, that love must truly suck at times. Sometimes that pain comes from disappointment, or when I start wanting someone to be different, or when they want me to be different. Maybe if I look closely, I can see that when I felt pain, it was because love had been replaced by wishful thinking, or other hidden desires. Perhaps I, or ***** didn't even realize it was happening.

But when I do look closely, pain has often come hot ont the heels of rejection of some kind. Inside, I know that love contains true acceptance, not rejection.

Love does not suck, it is the illusion of love that sucks. The illusion of love is the reflection of humanities fear of Absolute Truth and Beauty - in that fear sits the irrational need to destroy that which we do not understand, or that which travels too close to our hearts (thus endangering the existence of our ego). From the ego, you can never experience the true, searing, burning, all encompassing love that permeates the u(you)niverse.

See, it goes like this, in order to experience the Absolute Beauty of Love, you have to be willing to give up yourself (at least as you know it). Love means seeing your connection with everything, the sameness between you and people you despise even. It means letting go of illusion, petulance, fear, and pride. Love is stepping up to the great Cosmic Mirror and looking deep within YOUR own soul to see who you really are, without turning away or doing any airbrushing. Love does hurt, but it is the pain of expansion of consciousness, and if you keep stretching yourself to your limits, constantly, the pain will change to sadness, which will change to awareness, which shifts to wisdom, then compassion, and then enlightment.

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This entry is about an abusive relationship. In fact they all are.
There is no real love in an abusive relationship.

I would go one step further and say that an abusive relationship is the Anti-Love, it's existence feeding off of untainted remnants of pure innocent beauty, spitting out the charred remains of dreams left and right with no regard for that fact that it is obese with its gorging... (sorry, that brownie again...) If Love is the life-saver floating on the ocean of confusion, anti-love would be the anchor (that you mistake for a life-preserver)...