Now don't go saying that there's something defective with me because of that heading. Just bear with me on this. Now honestly ask yourself that question.
Well? Gets you thinking doesn't it? Coz it breaks down to this: Life requires happiness to have some meaning, for it is when we are devoid of happiness that we think we cannot go on.
Now ponder this. If happiness was an illusion, and didn't really exist, then would we all just decide "Fuck it, my life has no substance", and end it all.
Sorry if I'm skewing off on a weird tangent or something, but it got me thinking. Essentially, love is an undeveloped form of hatred.
All it is, is an attraction to another. What is hatred? An intense sense of loathing for another. A tangible connection which makes you hate them. Now what is love? Some connection that two people share.
So what happiness springing from love is, is merely the void of anger and resentment in that connection. This makes love essentially hollow. If love itself is hollow... why bother?
Just you think on that....
Sorry If I'm being majorly depressing. Apparently, according to some quiz, I'm depressed. (Since when? I'm just philosophical.)
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