lovers, keep on the road you're on / soldiers until the race is run

Today I thought about people and their relationships, when I was strolling down Orchard Road, watching countless young couples fingers tightly held, murmuring (what they will eventually realise as) sweet nothings to each other, when we were driving home at 2am, thinking about our own past, present and future relationships, when I came home and read Risse’s entry on young love.

Sometimes, Love seems be a wondrous thing. Sometimes, Love seems like an impossible task. I have never conclusively determined the truth of either appearance. From time to time, I find myself a staunch believer of either philosophy, never taking a moderate stand. Tonight, unfortunately or not, Love seems like the latter.

The problem with Love is that it deals with People. People who say “yes” when they mean “of course not” (just to please you), when they mean “maybe” (to avoid confrontation), or even “no”, (when they pretend to be coy). People who repeat the above, in 237209823 permutations and combinations, in their dealings with 3208420 other people, all who also have 23720482 reasons (not counting the subconscious ones they’re not aware of) behind their every action and decision.

Even going by numbers alone, attempts at Love are… futile, to say the least. Yet, it is entirely possible that tomorrow, I may change my mind again and decide that Love is a wondrous thing. After all, it’s not as if all these failed attempts at finding and sustaining Love have ever stopped us from trying.