The Desolate Life Of Lauren
| The Value Of Love | Nov 1, 09 @ 2:18pm |
| Is it truly better to have loved and lost, or is ignorance bliss?
In my opinion, it's a lose-lose situation. 1st There's the lonliness in both cases,which is most often accompanied by sadness. 2nd In the first case, you have experienced true happiness at least once. The happiness seems unfullfilling and worthless after the loss that follows it though. Is the momentary happiness really worth the pain and agony that you suffer from the loss of that person,whether lost from their death or just life's dark humor. 3rd Most people wish they could be a child again, so they can be ignorant of the pain that has yet to come. The downside to that idea is that we can't be children forever. We can try and fight life as much as we want, but it will take hold of us and we will age and die just as everyone before us. Life leaves us with two choices... 1. Accept the inevitable peacefully. Or... 2. Fight, kicking and screaming until forced bluntly into submission. 4th Lastly, there is again the emotional instability that comes from loss. Is the pain that poisons and kills your heart after really worth those first few moments of happiness? Why should anyone have to put themselves through the pain that follows the brief second of bliss that happend only moments before. Tell me, what is the value of a life without love but yet full of pain and misery. |
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current mood: pessimistic/depressed/broken/lifeless current music: Broken Sunday - Saliva |
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| Want.. | Aug 7, 09 @ 3:41pm |
| What do i want, you ask....for what do i desire? I fervently desire the seemingly unattainable, love within my grasp. It appears as though every time a rose blossoms under my nose for me to smell it turns to a black, wilted, dead, and putrid thing to be in the presence of. As it so appears, it has happened yet again, but this time it is different...this time the rose graces me with a fragrant and joyous irresistable scent of heaven. I reach for the rose and my hand is then entangled with thorns and briars. At first so entranced by the beauty of the rose i restrain my urge to pull away, but as time goes on and darkness starts to envelope the sky i try to pull free. My attempts only lacerating deep into my flesh and pulling at my soul. Finally, my hand is almost free but something of a siren's song flits to my ears on the wind and I push my hand back through entangling me even more and binding me tighter to the rose and it's thorns. As I lay bleeding i gaze about at all the other roses around me...but none can even begin to challenge the beauty of the rose I am now so tightly bound to. Shall I gather strength and try to gain my freedom again and try for another rose, or shall I lay here with the most desirous one and perish forever.... | |
current mood: depressed/neglected/unloved current music: 45 by Shinedown |
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