Something Like A Phenomenon

"Emancipation." What a word. What a term. Oh how good it feels to be free. Free from pain, free from fear, free from doom. All-in -all, free from love.

"Relief." This term follows. Broken hearts healed, joined together by glue otherwise knows as courage, prosperity and faith. All people have experienced this great phenomenon knows as heartache, but has everybody ventured the equally marvellous prodigy knows as "love?" Peoples hearts are torn apart and shattered each day, but do as many people fall in love? And if so, then why is every song on the radio, every book on the self, every article in the paper based on a broken heart? I mean yes, ofcourse true love occurs, but how long does it really last? When you fall in love there is the chance of losing that person. Once they are gone, what else is there? The hope that they will come back? The faith they another will enter your life? Keep dreaming reader!

And that brings me to another thought. What if our dreams can never be reality? What if we are doomed to prosper in only what we currently live in-our reality. Is this it? Lonely nights, meaningless hook-ups, a meeting here and there which prospers into a relaionship, later for the particpants to realise that their other is cheating, or dealing or even is married to someone else! I have a friend (who will remain nameless.) She fell head-over-heel inlove with a man whom she thought loved her back. They went on holidays together, slept together, ate together. One dreadful day, my nameless friend receives a call from her boyfriends so-called WIFE. Never again did she see or speak to him. Do you see what I mean? Is this it?

And yes, okay, you find the right one and marry. Then what? Have a few kids, gain a mortgage and then divorce. You don't need to wander far to acknowledge how many marriaged end successfully?

What is happening to us? Is love growing further from us, or hered a though, are we growing away from love? We all want a special someone to share our lives with, but is it now a little more superficial than that? Are we all looking for a certain type, for a certain fantast that can remain merely that, a fantasy. What if we arent any longer looking for love but rather heartache? I read recently that people enjoy being miserable. Do we like to such an extent that we confuse it for love?

I bet I have your head tangled right now. Well, that brings me back to my intial paragraph. "Emancipation" and "relief." What better terms following such an article.