Love?

"Love" (in the romantic sense) has become such an obsession, such a must-have. We are all so fascinated with the concept of having this profoundly tender affection for another person... Or perhaps in some cases, the reverse; getting it from someone. Of course from Singapore's perspective, the product of love is what we're after, as it's supposed to help contribute to society, facilitate the otherwise natural process of replacement. Our delightful government is obviously looking into various ways to tempt the married to quickly produce offsprings and the unmarried to seek for love… all in hopes of achieving the desired replacement rate. What can be a more practical reason to love than this, really? I think the government should probably realize that you don’t have to be in love to have babies. Sex would do it just fine. BAN CONTRACEPTIVES, BAN ABORTION! Haha. I'm actually encouraging a paternalistic society here. I've gone mad. But then again, I’m sure we’re going for the more holistic, traditional approach, one that preferably will not lead to an influx of abandoned newborns in public toilets or rubbish chutes... and other unthinkable places. As much as i dislike kids, i still wouldn't want their ears to be chewed off by rodents kay.

Okay, where was I? I got a little side-tracked by our favourite problem, one that only the elite, developed countries face; the lack of babies. Oh right, so anyway, I was just wondering why love has to play such a huge part in our lives. Love has become almost a necessity- like the air that you breathe or the engine that becomes your driving force in life. It brings one’s existence to a whole new level. Suddenly everything seems to fall into place, and life has a deeper meaning. Our quest for this starts relatively early in life and I believe not everybody is lucky enough to end up having this supply of undying, unconditional love. Sure, Jason Mraz can sing all he wants about how "It's your god-forsaken right to be loved, loved, looooved!!!" but he's just bull-shitting. You tell me, do you think abusive fathers/husbands deserve to be loved? Then what about those who reject love? Should they be given a chance to accept love again? I don't know. Perhaps Mraz should have been more specific and took time off to elaborate on who/which group of people deserves to be loved. Not everbody, surely.

Anyway, it seems to be quite a trend for one to either experience love (real, pure kinda love) once (if you're lucky) and lose it to some unfortunate heart-breaking event. Other times, love just frizzles out and you just don't know how to inject love into your life again... or worse still, believe that it's just not worth the effort to rekindle that love! This is where couples start to become room-mates after a long period of time together. Oh, that is only if they can still stand to be civil with each other. Others end up bickering over the grandfather clock in court (note: GRANDFATHER CLOCK, not their children because in this generation, both parties have NO TIME to get down to business for a quick fuck or two).

Of course you’d challenge me and say that you've met couples who have managed to stay successfully in love throughout their entire lives together but I bet that’s just a minority. Love is just too much trouble, too much work and too much effort that most of us just end up giving up halfway. It truly is a dismal situation once this happens. I mean, we are all smart enough to realize that the pain we get from failed love-affairs are pretty much self-inflicted, so why bother in the first place? Why put yourself through such torture, such depressing, hopeless nights of questioning and thinking and replaying happier moments in your head- then regretting and sometimes even blaming. So why do we do this to ourselves? WHY? WHY? WHYYY???

Because we enjoy sufferring in the name of love! Irrational but true.

I guess this must be one of the underlying reasons that people have always found horrifyingly hair-raising; the fact that the world is actually irrational. After all, not everything can be explained with science, ect. Some things just... are.

We all just want to have that crazy little thing called love. And we won't rest till we're satisfied.