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Contributed by wachumiri on Saturday, 30th July 2005 @ 08:54:44 AM AEST
Topic: love


Love, it seems, always causes pain to someone. There has always been a lover who loves in vain, or sometimes, in blindness he does not return love. The most famous love stories told always contain a great amount of pain that love created. Shakespeare penned the classic Romeo and Juliet, where two lovers believe they must leave this world to find a place where their love might survive, far from the quarrels of this life. The greatest love story ever told details the painful death of a Man, a death so that others might live. The highest promise that a man makes, swears his life as a sacrifice so that his Love might live. If fulfilled, that would mean that his Love would remain with the heaviest heart. She would have to live with his death on her conscience. A promise kept, means deepest pain at times.
Self-sacrificing promises abound in all the worlds inhabited be human hearts, though rarely are they fulfilled, either because the time we live in does not allow for fulfillment of most such promises, or simply because the human heart, however honest it might be, cannot move mountains, for it is still human. But then again no one should ever accuse the heart of being logical with its promises.
Perhaps the degree of love you receive in your relationship parallels the degree of pain. Pain is not love, but rather a side effect of it. A cousin, if you would have it, though not as distant as desired. They say that you must take the bad with the good, but in love it should not be so. If love were a sea, pain would be the sands and rocks that surround it. At the beach it may be hard to tell the difference, but the further you look and walk down one path, the greater the difference in the landscape becomes. But, as fate would have it, we are ill equipped to travel at sea.
When time was but a youth it was said that man lived deep within this Sea, loving his woman and being loved by her, without Pain’s interference. Man lived in perfection, in a paradise, but he desired more, for his mind could not comprehend perfection, and he knew not what he had. God looked down on this, and became angry. He had given His son the best that He could, and His son had frowned upon His holy gift. The Father then decided that the only way man could comprehend the beauty of His gift, was for Him to distance man from the paradise, for that which is furthest from man’s grasp, contains the greatest value in his eyes. God then cast man out from the Sea of Love, and at last man saw Love from another point of view. His aquatic heart then yearned to return to its birthplace, for man’s heart was conceived in the heart of the Sea, yet God had altered man’s being, and he is unable to concede to the wishes of his heart. And that is how it came about that man walks on the beach, in his hand a woman’s hand, and in his soul only the great desire to submerge himself in the Sea’s soul, which, at the best of times, caresses but his feet, leaving his heart burdened with a longing that nothing in our world can fill.
Too many walk down the paths of pain when refreshing love is but steps away. They live side by side in this fallen world. Love was meant to exist alone, while pain was not meant to be at all. But things changed, and that which was perfect became marred, for joy became sadness. And Love became Pain. The hell of Aphrodite became the beauty of Ares.





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Re: Love and Pain (User Rating: 1)
by guiltycircles on Sunday, 7th August 2005 @ 02:33:19 AM AEST
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this is really good... your views and observations are beautifully expressed...this approaches a hard topic with beauty and eloquence...well done

Re: Love and Pain (User Rating: 1)
by Zandria on Thursday, 11th August 2005 @ 06:27:09 PM AEST
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Excellent work in progress...
Pieces 'in the making' are great for the veiled promises of 'what may come'.
Keep up the good phylosophyzing!

Re: Love and Pain (User Rating: 1)
by Loende on Friday, 2nd September 2005 @ 06:31:35 AM AEST
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Nothing is ever as simple as it should be and perhaps, love, is the least, yet most simple of all. I can't wait to see where else this goes. Moreover, I can't wait to see what Andrew says about it...lol.

*grin*

Dawn

Re: Love and Pain (User Rating: 1)
by Former_Member on Saturday, 17th September 2005 @ 08:45:55 PM AEST
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beautifully written

Re: Love and Pain (User Rating: 1)
by SunflowersAndTea on Sunday, 25th September 2005 @ 11:01:10 PM AEST
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too true, too true.
what a cruel web love weaves....


major kudos on articulating what many can not

Re: Love and Pain (User Rating: 1)
by Former_Member on Thursday, 6th October 2005 @ 07:31:54 AM AEST
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  • Wow, this was really something,
    what can I say..

    I commend you for articulating this so well;
    not many at all could do it with the grace you displayed.

    M favourite line (though it was hard to single out) would have had to be:
    "If love were a sea, pain would be the sands and rocks that surround it."

    Stellar piece of work!


    ~KayT





  • Re: Love and Pain (User Rating: 1)
    by fayeelizibeth on Wednesday, 30th May 2007 @ 09:42:06 PM AEST
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    i really like the analogy of love as an ocean, and people as aquatic and the beach as pain! wow! how astuetly written, and a facinating study on age-old questions. thank you!

    Re: Love and Pain (User Rating: 1)
    by brew on Wednesday, 12th December 2007 @ 01:19:01 PM AEST
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    So basically , it falls and can be picked up? Its like the waves crashing and freeing, yet capturing.!!!!!!! You have captured, and will continue.....words flow and free ones horrid mind, that love isnt BAD.,,,,,it can be good, it just takes both to create and make. Yes you have what one, two and more could, and seem will have. BEAUTY......thats what your words make


    hugs
    brew~



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