Love and all that Jazz. (With Avg. Joe)

Love and All that Jazz.

(Disclaimer- The author of the blog is young and inexperienced. Nothing written in the below blog attempts to hurt sentiments, I apologize in advance if anything is offensive. Please enjoy reading! ) 

This blog, my dear reader, is dedicated to the bright and lonely moon, who despite of living a life full of emptiness, shines more colourfully every day, as if, telling everybody that it will not, in fact sit and cry for the loss of companionship, but announce it to the entire sky.  

As you can probably make out, I'm a little emotional today.

Many of my readers, may be familiar with the fact that I'm a young author/student struggling to study by day and carve out, verses that my heart yearns to spit out, at night. Meaning, that my life and views are subject to immense changes? 

And, my opinions did change quite a lot. 

First off, I've been MIA for 2 years now, but if you are a fan of my other works (assuming you come here from the different websites I promote my blog on.) you've probably been reading my work on these other websites for these 2 years. So rest assured, my writing has significantly improved and my thoughts have matured too. 

2 years ago, I wrote about 'Love' and my beliefs on it, and while I do think it still holds strong, I've kind of developed that theory a little bit, from the perspective of someone who was in love (shocker.) 

That's right comrades, your fellow commander is not a jerk and can fall in love! 

This journey started two years ago, and the fact is, that while I wrote about love like it's a sin to be in love, I was falling in love. So, this person was an extremely perfect person, akin to the definition of butterflies. This person was always caring and respected me to a certain degree, and to top it off this person, was always on my mind (to a certain irritating degree) to the point, that currently, my laptop contains so many pieces dedicated to this person, they were, what you may label as a 'muse'.

For Two years, I dedicated myself to a person who never loved me back. At least, not to the same degree as me, and I would be lying if I said it didn't matter because it does. I really do wish that my feelings were reciprocated and all that jazz. But, I can't bring myself to hate this person. 

Well, if you're wondering, yes I did confess. However, my patience is that of a young schoolgirl waiting for the ice cream truck in summer, and before I could get a response, I was already done. I backed out and blocked this person on everything and it's been a month, and here I am writing about this, and what went ahead with my life after this. 

Well, to be honest, The idea of this person caring for me was not on my bucket list. In fact, I was alright with this person being horrible in general, and this person did hurt my feelings a couple of times, but I never really seemed to mind. 

For me, loving this person was all about feeling alive. It was the fact, that I wasn't related to them by any means. but I wanted to see them happy, wanted to see them grow and develop, and that's when the realisation struck me. To love is to be selfless, but not selfish. Obviously, there are many selfish motives as I've discussed in my last entry, but there are countless selfless reasons too. 

To love is to hope. It is the many principle qualities of a human to see the good in man, countless times, our idols through comics and even T.V. series stress the importance of being a good person with an honest and wise mindset, and honestly, that is the image we've held in the society. A human is not a human if they aren't doing something to contribute, to give. Often on YouTube we come across disturbing videos and label the killers/ terrorisers as 'monsters', this image is so deeply rooted, and many of us, feel judged for the flaws that lie underneath the surface, so we try to cover these up and live a life of a con. A fake

To love is to see that these flaws are beautiful and that they aren't freaky or embarrassing, and this realisation that there are individuals out there who accept these 'flaws' and still see you in a light that you deep for yourself as unworthy. 

And, that, my dear, is love to me now. 

Who knows what changes the future holds, but for now, I can firmly conclude that to love is a blessing.

So, let's end on that positive note, for this young author is positively tired from the work today (CRYING SEND HELP PLEASE) 

Safe to say, that I look forward to our next meeting with all the love my heart can muster.