A mothers son
Hier muss wohl mal wieder einer ein paar Worte zur lieben Liebe loswerden :P
Angestoßen dazu haben mich zuletzt der Artikel Thought about Love auf The Origin, und A mothers son von Europe.
Oh dear, you told me, that love won't hurt, and that real love would never mean pain to anyone.
I felt real love, and the feeling is proove enought. And I have to admit, that there was a time, when pain was all it meant to me. It was when I discovered, that I could not hold step with it's beauty, that time just was too fast, and that distance might end a dream aswell as being close to each other but made of stone. You know that love is something fragile. Love doesn't start a war, love doesn't need to prove it's self against anything else, but oh - how we need love, and how a broken heart might take your smile for a while. I learned, that love might be the only ideal, that doesn't kill the individual, but that everyone needs to care for it, not to loose it. So if you loose love, was it real, or nothing more but an Illusion? Have all believes just been a dream within a dream? I think, the point that it was something serious or real is, what makes it so hard, and what makes you struggeling so hard, when you just can't go on, no matter how much you want to. To me, there the possibility to loose each other is, what makes these moments unique in a very special kind. It breaks down the borders between live and death. And thereby love is nothing that is found and stays necessarily, but something that exists against all possibilities and without a fight, as something that we care for. So why "A mothers son"?
Simply because it touched my in a special kind, and I felt the Lyrics as some special kind of truth that is connected not only to my mother, but to my family and friends in a bigger way. Just listen in, and think about it ,)
Oh - and I'm feeling pretty well :P - just liked the Idea to write something in English addressing some thougths that came up recently.
November 5th, 2009 - 14:43
“Nur Momente die du nie vergisst, wenn es Liebe ist….”
Its a quote of a songtext by one of my favorite bands. And this band dont mean that to me only because of good music. Their lyrics are awsome, and most of them true.(my opinion)… So things, be it thoughts or memories of moments/ times, that hurt you will pass anytime. Moments of Love doesn’t (if this quote is true). So they’re a kind of gain. True mental “pain” wouldn’t pass within one life, pain which is only a protactive reaction to the pain of parting will do. It will brace you =)
November 5th, 2009 - 23:05
Well – I don’t see the gain in loosing the bad and keeping the good. But I see kind of it in keeping both, for I want to live colorfull with forgetting as few as possible. Like a deep breath of salty sea air, or a walk through a deep, almost untouched forest. I agree when it comes to change. What I experience as changing is my perspective of it, the way I live my memories. So indeed the pain becomes weaker. But so does the image of a formerly loved one. But the last is for the better to me, for two reasons. First of all it allowes friendship to grow, which sometimes looks almost stronger, to me. And secondly, it sets me free, and again I might find my way into someones arms.
Don’t get me wrong (and I’m sure you won’t so easy), it’s not that I disagree with all of your points, I just needed to add, that Love can hurt or bring pain, too, for I made such experiences, and needed to write about them. ,)
November 7th, 2009 - 15:30
Mmh, but youo know: I’m really petty. How about that:
I think the Love as such a one couldn’t cause pain or jealousy. The own thing which can happen to Love is the Change. Love can cause jealousy for example, thats normal, but if this jealousy grows too much, Love can become it. The most powerful Enemy of Love is routine. It is able to cause inadvertently changes of desire and affection. And this changes can hurt because you didn’t want to lose your Love. But you can’t prevent.
And concerning friendship. Yes, friendship isn’t as susceptible as Love. Friends often stay longer by your side as Lovers, but maybe it is that way because Love is a more intensive relationship. In the question of strength I’m inclined to say that Love’s anyway a stronger feeling. But sure, friendships are more stable than many amours…
November 7th, 2009 - 17:08
I think love and friendship are more or less the same ,) but beside that.
You say, that loves hardest enemy would be routine, and in my eyes love it’s self means change (whereas change won’t always mean love..). Love keeps changing .. the world, for example :P. I think that it’s something very natural and sad, that humans loose love for each other aswell as building it up again, and reconnecting. To me love includes pain aswell as anything good, for I can’t understand why it would stop for something, when love doesn’t need borders. You’re allowed to be as petty as you want, of course, but for now, I’d like to stick with two things:
Declaring how much pain is included in love as something depending on a very gradual view, meaning both is right depending on what you want to see. (I think this is typical for such general topics :P)
Celebrating love and chaos as existing and close to each other. (Yes, I like celebrations :P)
November 8th, 2009 - 08:44
I don’t contradict. It’s only one mistake in the last 4 Comments: We try to explain the alliance or the interaction of love and pain, everyone for himself. But is there one true and comprehensive definition of this “love&pain”-story? I don’t think so… because love and pain mean individual experiences and feelings to everyone, aren’t they?
November 8th, 2009 - 10:42
Yes – I totally agree, and that’s the point why I can’t agree with a general statement in the form of “Love never brings pain” ,)
November 8th, 2009 - 12:39
You’re right, i should say: Love don’t brings me pain…=)
November 8th, 2009 - 12:47
Wooaz :) – you is a poet, allowed to say anything :P – but I think we got one level in common .)
November 8th, 2009 - 15:56
;) hehe thats right I’m just allowed to think, and I do…. hehe nice that you say I’m a poet :-[ thank you ;) u²