Was out with a friend for coffee earlier on..
Had some thoughts on my mind as we talked.
I began to question myself..
"What is love? actually.."
Is it a feeling?
Is it a fleeting moment of revelation?
Is it a need of companion?
Is it a sacrifice of me?
Is it a necessity of life?
What does human do if one does not have one or the other?
The gains and losses from it..
I used to relate life with love..
Is this necessary true?
Does the two entity rely mutually on each other?
Can each survive on one's own?
Does it have to be one after another?
Seems like one revolves around the other..
Is this always necessarily be the case?
Then came along..
What does it lead on after that?
Life, love, then next?
Another question comes to my mind..marriage? commitment?
My mind is full of questions and answers and pondering thoughts..
One thing leading to another..
Maybe I will never get an answer..
maybe I will find an answer to my question..
maybe another question will pop out along with my answer..
frustrating much?
do I really have to think so much into it?
why do I have think this much into such a thing?
Life is supposed to be simple..questions and answers make it complicated..
or rather human makes life complicated when everything is just so simple.
why can't we have a simple life like the animals?
sure we can, but being a human being, we sure do not make things as simple as such, it seems..
forever digging a deeper and bigger hole as we go along, no matter how much we tell ourselves to stop..
Ha...see what I am doing now..going totally off the context..
damn...
