Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Is true love truly there, my love?
Yes, if your warm heart isDefine true love for me, I can’t.
Come to think of it, define love. I can’t either.
If love itself denies falsity, then all loves must be truth. A false love would deny itself out of existence. Otherwise it quite simply would not be love at all.
It has always amazed me, the way love can be based on so much, and so little, and ultimately still mean the same thing. There must be some defining standard for what is love, and what isn’t, and it is separated not by time, nor space, nor anything quantifiable.
I mean, people can be like, married for ten years or something and then just up and leave each other. Citing irreparable differences. Or something. And what happens to all those years in between? Surely something must have been holding them together, and if it wasn’t love, then what?
Sam thinks marriage is a purely financial agreement with sex added on the sidelines. And kids as an added bonus to keep us alive in old age.
And on the other hand of the spectrum we have the fairytale romances, the idealized Hollywood love story, the stuff that tragedies and paperback romance novels are made of. Where a 1 week/3 day/1 night/2 hour/5 second encounter is enough to keep two people burning with love and desire for the rest of their lives.
No wonder we’re all confused.
be with me, my beloved love PS: Eric Khoo’s latest is beautiful, minimalist, and haunting. It’s also one of the quietest movies i've seen.
you should all watch it.
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