If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been reading a lot of Calvin and Hobbes lately. I used to read them all the time until they stopped in 1995. I’ve noticed that the creator, Bill Watterson, tackled many issues in society, but I think he focused on a few that people did not notice.
Before I start off, I want to tell you a quick story. This is an 2 year old story. And, yes, it is a personal experience.
There were these two little kids. I’m going to say they were like 5 or 6 years old. One a boy, the other a girl. They were dressed in their Sunday best, playing on the grass.
The boy would run away from the little girl and she would chase after him, actually trying to catch him. He would stop for her and she would giggle when she caught him. Then he would push her down and she would just sit there with a sad face, almost like her heart was broken. After a few seconds, he would walk over to her and help her up. It was so cute. He actually really CARED for her. They then continued to play around.
After some time, they noticed my friend Joe, whom was working at the hamburger stand, and they would just look at him giving out food, for money, of course. Obviously neither of them had any money. The little boy just walked up to Joe and asked for something. Joe, being a nice guy he is, found a burger that was a little smaller than normal, and a little over-cooked (not burned, I assure you) that he couldn’t sell to a paying customer and he put it on a bun and gave it to the boy. The small boy grabbed it, thanked Joe, and walked away towards the girl. What I saw next made me smile.
He took the burger and actually split it down the center and gave her the bigger piece. This made me wonder about the world we live in. How could two immature children grasp the essence of being nice, caring, and just pure innocence? How could a grown couple fight, argue, and never reach this point after years, upon years, of marriage? Just to show you that life is beautiful, if you just sit down and open your eyes, and mind.
Now, the question still stands. Why do we make love and everything romantic, cute, etc., so complicated? Why can’t we just be kids again?
Think back to when you were a kid. Wasn’t “love” (or what you thought of it at that time) much simpler? Chasing the girl/guy you liked in recess (free period) and when I got them, you just push them over or do something “mean”. If they did it back that meant they liked you too. There were no roses, no diamonds, no thoughts on looks. What mattered is they made you feel special. Right? Ha, I doubt we thought of that at the time.
So, I put it onto you, what are your thoughts on love; what it is; what it was; what it has become?
Side note: While typing this, the song “Is This Love” by Whitesnake was playing through my head. Just thought you might want to know.
being nice, caring, and just pure innocence? How could a grown couple fight, argue, and never reach this point after years, upon years, of marriage? Just to show you that life is beautiful, if you just sit down and open your eyes, and mind. bron : http://blog.karbassi.com/2006/08/02/what-is-love/ _______________________________________ Dat doet me wel even nadenken waarom alles zo serieus is in het leven. Waarom moet alles zo ingewikkeld als het ook makelijk kan? Gewoon lekker weer kind zijn en alles in je opnemen en genieten.
It was hard to come up with what to say for this, because as much as life tries to complicate it, I try to keep love as simple and “child-like” (not childish) as possible. Sometimes that works for me and sometimes it doesn’t. Things like looks can get in the way of love. People don’t always think they are as handsome/beautiful as they really are, and others think too much of their looks and miss a lot of good people because of it. I think love became complicated in middle school because having someone became part of the “status quo.” Until my sophmore year in high school I was this plain little girl with mousy hair and braces. Then I dropped the braces and was still plain and un-noticable. Then I get to college and people start saying things like “Oh Steph you’re so pretty!” And I have to sit back and go “Wait, what?” Now I wonder, if people think I’m pretty, do they love me just for that, or do they really love me for who I am?
Because to me, I’m still the plain little mousy girl…except without braces.
I learned last year that part of life is getting hurt and it usually means that something better is going to come along.
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I think that’s a very beautiful thing you said there. What I’ve learned is that if it doesn’t hurt, it wasn’t meant to be. If something happens and you and your significant other break up (or whatever), and it doesn’t hurt, it wasn’t that important to you.
I don’t want to get all emo on you guys, but the statement still stands, “When you hurt, it shows that you’re still alive.” It’s true…
That’s what I love about us…we can be little kids together. Perfect night? It doesn’t always have to be deep and complicated. It can still be cute and fun.
Sometimes love hurts so much though, especially when the person that says they love you and you’re the only one they want, betrays you. Little kids never had to deal with that. And you wonder, is it worth it? You say if it hurts it was important to you. Well yes. But that doesn’t mean it was important to the other person. How do you know it was? So you take a chance and hope it’s worth the possibliltiy of feeling that hurt again. And hope you never have to feel it again. And you wish you could just be 6 years old again, chasing the boys who have cooties, hoping they throw dirt in your face.
Yes, love was so much simpler back then. Wish it could still be like that. I like acting like a kid again, but as long that I’m having fun doing it, that’s all that matters.
Love is a crazy, yet wonderful thing. I do agree that if it doesn’t hurt, it wasn’t meant to be. That’s how I know how I feel for the person. If something happens (get in an arguement or something)and I don’t feel bad about, then I know. Why does love have to be so complicated, though? I wish the right guy could just show up at my doorstep and introduce himself. Yea I know, it doesn’t work that way. So I’ve figured on staying out of love’s way. When the right time comes along, I’m sure I’ll be the first to know. I’ve made a fool out of myself one too many times. It’s nice to have someone laugh at all your dumb jokes and just be silly with you. Not caring what anyone thinks. Tell you that you’re beautiful everyday, even when you don’t feel like you are. What happened to that, huh?