“As Venus within Eros does not really aim at pleasure, so Eros does not aim at happiness. We may think he does, but when he is brought to the test it proves otherwise… For it is the very mark of Eros that when he is in us we had rather share unhappiness with the Beloved than be happy on any other terms.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
I finally learned what it means when I am told that I am in love with the idea of love, and perhaps, I am more relieved than a person should be, though burdened at the same time. At least, I would not have to feel too helpless when it comes to the matter of loving a Person—not when I am more in love with the idea of love rather than simply infatuated with an idea of possessing a person as an object.
What would it take for the world to realise it should stop Loving objects and start using them? And maybe, stop Using people and start loving them?
I do not think that day will come. It is too late, for as time drifts forward, humanity becomes adverse. And the saddest thing is, nobody seems to see it but this soon-to-be twenty year old who is a mere speck of dust and sand, who still wonders if there is a point in staying at all. I’m not sure where this is from but it’s been rewinding in my head, “A heart is useless. It’s a flaw in this world.”
Makes me wonder if there is another World.