Some times in life, you can get caught believing that there is fate.
there is some greater purpose.
you believe the lie so it helps you get through the day.
keeping faith.
Thats all bullshit.
there is no greater plan.
there is no such thing as fate.
we make our own fate and luck and destiny.
its easier to believe the lie.
the lie that everything happens for a reason.
the lie makes us feel safe.
the lie makes us feel okay about bad things that happen to us.
and I dont blame anyone for believing the lie.
because some time the lie is better then the truth.
Love is a temporary madness.
Love is a temporary madness.
It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness,
it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.
That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
