Love is Just For Fools! (Part 1)

Love is For Fools!

Part 1

 Everybody’s talking about building yourself, focusing on life, but nobody ever mentions that carrying emotions in your heart is just as important as having a goal in your mind. Without emotions, would we even be human?

    I guess the idea of love I had was something that existed only in my mind. Because, thinking about love in that way, and loving in that way, never made me feel like I was being fooled by my emotions. But when I looked around at the world, I realized that love like that doesn’t really exist. The emotions I carry in my heart, nobody could ever understand them, and nobody could ever relate to them. It’s as if they’re something only I can feel.

    Sometimes, or maybe always, we pursue things in the outside world based on the amount of emotions we carry inside. But those things aren’t real. They’re just illusions we’ve created in our own minds. People and things were never what we thought they were. It’s us who made them special. It’s us who gave them meaning. And when reality hits, that’s when we realize the person we fell in love with never really existed in the first place. So, the emotions we hold within ourselves ultimately decide how we see the world.

    Therefore, I think that loving is not the problem, but rather, it’s the people around you. Loving the wrong person can make you feel like love is for fools!

    To be continued....

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