on today's topic
Love: I said today that it could not be dissected, but a better statement would be that it should not be dissected. If someone says, "I love you," you don't ask why. It just is what it is. Love could be the most anti-intellectual thing there is, and that is what makes it beautiful.
...And difficult to write about. How exactly can one write about love without either waxing sickeningly sentimental or venturing into the terrifying arena of teen angst poetry?
Don't worry, I won't step over into either of the above. I've never been in love, so I have no experience from which to write about romantic love. The only thing I know so far is love for family and love for friends.
Friends - we criticize and make fun of each other, some of us get annoyed with others sometimes, and might fight, silently or verbally. We pass notes in the back of class and snicker over the priceless things that are private jokes - and every so often stumble in on something deep, like tripping through a half-open door, find out a secret, and comfort each other.
Going back to the topic about groups, too: everyone has his own group, circle, of friends, but each group has something in common. The jokes aren't nearly the same and neither are the secrets. But we have the idea, the essence, of friendship in common.
Love is quite obviously everywhere. Today on the ride home I played the Beatles song "All You Need Is Love". On the shelf in the front room sit my two favorite love stories, both movies, "Amélie" and "Benny and Joon". On music CDs all around are countless songs about love, requited, unrequited, in any variety or form or incarnation imaginable.
But it's also there in the arguments, the jokes, the criticism, the arch looks, of friends, maybe, at the bottom of all things. And simply letting love be, not trying to explain it, or analyze it, or pinpoint it - just letting it stay is the best way to avoid both soppy sentimental clichés and whining angst poetry.
...And difficult to write about. How exactly can one write about love without either waxing sickeningly sentimental or venturing into the terrifying arena of teen angst poetry?
Don't worry, I won't step over into either of the above. I've never been in love, so I have no experience from which to write about romantic love. The only thing I know so far is love for family and love for friends.
Friends - we criticize and make fun of each other, some of us get annoyed with others sometimes, and might fight, silently or verbally. We pass notes in the back of class and snicker over the priceless things that are private jokes - and every so often stumble in on something deep, like tripping through a half-open door, find out a secret, and comfort each other.
Going back to the topic about groups, too: everyone has his own group, circle, of friends, but each group has something in common. The jokes aren't nearly the same and neither are the secrets. But we have the idea, the essence, of friendship in common.
Love is quite obviously everywhere. Today on the ride home I played the Beatles song "All You Need Is Love". On the shelf in the front room sit my two favorite love stories, both movies, "Amélie" and "Benny and Joon". On music CDs all around are countless songs about love, requited, unrequited, in any variety or form or incarnation imaginable.
But it's also there in the arguments, the jokes, the criticism, the arch looks, of friends, maybe, at the bottom of all things. And simply letting love be, not trying to explain it, or analyze it, or pinpoint it - just letting it stay is the best way to avoid both soppy sentimental clichés and whining angst poetry.
posted by Laura at 9:15 PM
2 Comments:
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A very... thorough analysis of the subject. Go Laura ^_^. and Go read/shred my story's prologue!
-Love of/for friends is a wonderful thing ^_^
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