It's a odd thing isn't it. Love. It can blind the most cunning of people and cripple the strongest. It can save lives and destroy lives. All of this for an idea? There is the saying that we hurt those we love the most....but why is that? Is it because we have grown so used to having them there and that we will always think that they will remain there? Or is it because we know that the person hurt loves and cares for us so much that they will forgive our blatant disregard for their feelings? Love is quite the oddity indeed. But shouldn't we treat those we love with more caring than those we do not love? Why is it then that we lash out at them? Why do we fuss over little things when the big picture is beautiful in its entirety?

It is because of this that a wrinkled drawing is now framed upon my wall because I was too lax in my response. A simple "alright" could not possible suffice for the beauty entailed in the drawing. But I was too spaced out to realize how much time and energy she put into the work.

I remember what it was like....back when my old best friend ignored me. Her avoiding my calls. It hurt so much, but history repeats because of those who turn a blind eye to it. I'm not sure if I was at fault the last time I lost a good friend, but this time I am. I walked around the city last night and pondered over these things.  I sat at the edge of a pond and wondered what I was doing. Humans are always questing for purpose. My quest is no different. But maybe it is the quest itself that is to be accomplished. The lessons learned and loves lost.


Maybe it's time I start my own quest.