I believe love is a great thing, although it hurts many people from time to time. One thing I will stand for is that if you want love, you have to experience all of it, the loving and the heartbreak. Again, it's a powerful emotion, but I do believe that it is worth it, but being cautious is also what goes hand in hand with love. For example, I have an uncle who has gone through a 14 year marriage, has two great kids, and a loving wife. Everytime I visit him, him and his wife, it's seems so perfect. Although, a time did come when she cheated on him, leaving him heartbroken. He put to much on the emphasis that love was good and not bad. Love is both, it can't be good or bad, just like people in general.

I love the show Cupid (which has already been cancelled though). This show expresses the truth of love. This show shows all truth of love. In one episode a beautiful woman is looking for a relationship with a nice guy, because all she ever dated was good looking men who acted like jerks to her or lacked a sense of humor. She got her wish and bam, there we go, the stunning woman is going out with a nice guy, not attractive, but just nice and funny. They hit it off, yeah it's great. But later her exboyfriend, an attractive young man, says he's sorry to her and now she has to make a choice between the nice guy that she always wanted or a handsome man. She makes her choice with the handsome man and the nice guy is heartbroken. Now, this anecdote was to prove a point that love can't be good or bad, but it's open to interrpretation. Sure it sounds like love is bad here, but she did give the nice guy a chance, and he proved his worth for her, although beauty wins over anything else. Although there's poetic justice in this show, it's when she got back with her ex boyfriend, he's still a jerk and he still isn't funny, leaving her empty inside again.

Also from that anecdote, I thought of a conclusion, that love evolves from beauty. I know, many people oppose this idea. I believe it though. I'll try to prove my point with a story. For example, if a woman has to choose between a handsome man or a nice guy she's known for years, she's going to choose the handsome man. Why? don't ask me, but that's how life is. It's happened to me, of course, and I'm pretty sure to a lot of guys too. Love never works with a person who is ugly and a person who is beautiful, unless the beautiful person is blind. Beautiful people date beautiful people and goes on with the list. Love is quick and tries to be painless. Love isn't going to be patient and say, "Hey, these two people getting to know each other, yeah, i can wait." I don't think that happens, I think love goes, "Now or never." Like Trevor, the guy on cupid said, "lightning bolt love." Love is like life, are you going to spend life in a patient way or live life like there's no tomorrow? Sure it's easy to say, "yep, life's short, let's go do something wild," and live life foolishly, but there's always something that says, "Take time with life." I apply this to love and my thought is, it's a never ending cycle. You say one thing, but do another, and then say it again and still do the same old thing.

I'm going to go back to lightning bolt love. I like to listen people give their explanation about love, and I think lightning bolt love is the greatest explanation. Being able to wave your hands to lightning; being able to be free yet be in the embrace of someone elses arms; never getting tired of that person; going after what you want, not thinking, just taking that chance, the "now or never" angle. I hear people describe lightning bolt love like diving in a pool with no fears, not giving a damn about anything, but just risking it all in a high stake poker game. Is all love like this?

Love happens now. It doesn't wait, right? If you want love, you have to follow the carpe diem rule with love. Either it's now or never. You can't wait all the time, sometimes you have to take action, take the perogative. Here's a poem from Andrew Marvell, and his views.

To his Coy Mistress
Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Should'st rubies find; I by the tide
of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forhead gaze,
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thrity thousand to the rest.
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near,
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor in thy marble vault shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honor turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning glew
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us w hile we may;
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languis in his slow-chapped power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.