love is something i don’t think i’ll ever stop writing about. and my experiences with it are vastly outweighed by most of my friends and peers’. lots of what i write is dramatized, and yes, part of that is due to the arguments between the two sides of my mind that debate between how accurate something should be based on the 5 people i base my writing off vs. the ability to throw in obscure references and just generally keep the 5 people that actually read This want to keep reading. however, everything good ever has been dramatized. with love, it is damn near impossible to be objective about it. there’s just so many outlets to it. the need for it, the analytics of it, the fascination of it. hell, i’ve written about that last one a few times. it’s the universal concept. the most common music you’ll find anywhere will happen to be about love, shipping exists because people want the people they love (albeit fictional) to find love. fuck, other movie genres have been running the box office gauntlet against Rom-Coms for nearly a century. people will KILL to see people in love.
and to be completely honest, so will i.
i think if i was asked “what’s the meaning of life?” on the street, i’d say to find and create love. not even to have kids, or create a legacy, or something like that. just to have love and treasure it. eat, pray, Love. no relation to Julia Roberts.