Listening to: Rage Against the Machine ._.
Reading: A Clockwork Orange ._.
Watching: Brain matter splatter against the computer. ._.
Playing: Digital Devil Saga/Devil Survivor 2 ._.
Eating: The motes of dust that cake my lungs .-.
Drinking: My saliva c:
Been thinking lately 'bout shit. A lot of shit, actually (big, steaming piles of it -- motherfucking mountains, even), but journals are meant to be constructive. But, regardless. ._.
Been thinking about love -- especially now that I'm writing a newspaper article on it. More its definition than anything (and god forbid somebody links to WHAT IS LOVE). There's the incredibly generic shit like "when
So, what the fuck. I seriously began taking into consideration, well, shit -- that is, vague and mildly sporadic components that seem like they'd be important -- in order to reach a tangible definition. For me, anyway. And lo and behold. I found it, evidently. So I may as well 'splay it here for future reference. I'll try and keep it as melodrama-free as possible. ._.
H'okay, so, like. Here it goes:
Love's a mere label, and nothing more; something we blindly describe actions and words as, though their true intentions may be entirely different -- self-serving, demeaning, whatever. I'd wager a lot of people who've been deceived can testify to this themselves, especially in this world as it is, poisoned by society's ideals. But that's besides the point.
Humans are, as you know, born with free will -- not that they use it to their full potential. And throughout their upbringing and even in adulthood they're exposed to various cultures (though it can be agreed upon that they're more sheltered in childhood) -- other people's customs, traditions, ideals (a barren lack of truth, at that), and opinions. Now that's all fine and dandy. They'll be continuously shaped and molded to the tune of these cultures, no matter how otherworldly or immoral you make them out to be. They'll take up their own, and begin to develop a unique little spin that caters to their own selfish desires. My point is, humanity is too far gone in the realm of subjectivity to recognize "true" love. So, there are too many wild factors for me (and you and so on), a human being, to comprehend or see what true love is -- which basically defeats the entire purpose of writing about this matter, let alone doing anything else, but who gives a fuck.
And a final point: It exists, make no mistake. Just as lies dominate the spoken and written word -- and can't possibly have a physical form -- oftentimes people view actions and detect what they call love. Ergo, with that logic, as long as you're truly alive as a human being love will always exist in the flesh.
That's a general gist, anyway. ._.
So enlighten me, here -- what's your definition of love (there is a comments section -- might as well abuse it till it bleeds from the fucking cunt)? ._.
Maybe I should make, like, an official series of rants/pseudo-philosophical questions. ._.
Maybe I should've posted this on another site where I have more repertoire for the sake of more constructive (or just more in general) answers. ._.
Maybe it's a bit too late for contemplating on such. ._.