"Thursday, January 18, 2007 at 12:49pm"
Anais Nin:
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Samuel Johnson:
The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasure but from hope to hope.
What is it that attracts a human being towards love?
All of us has atleast once in life, been hurt by another person in the name of love. It is of common knowledge. Love usually hurts. There is not easy way out from it, out of it, towards it, around it. Love hurts.
Then why do we keep doing this to ourselves?
Why do we let our cardinal instincts take over and let it ruin our peace of mind?
Stranger still, why do we get back into it when once we've already been burnt?
What's the catch?
Is it hope? Does hope of companionship, recognition or simple entertainment rule over our logical senses of staying away from trouble?
So many a times we give and we give and we forget to notice what we received. But sometimes, you give so much of your life up for love that one day when the love is tossed out the window, you stand back and you realise, you're alone.
Anyway....i've made my mistakes and let's just say i do not want to make anymore..........i am single and not interested."
