Smiling Catatonic

Ending relationships is a recurrent theme in my life so far. I don't know why. The funny thing is that I don't know why not either. To consider romance a relative term would be to me the most accurate definition, although experiencing it would never incur the previous correlation -far from it. It's much more enjoyable to remain isolated from a during romance, because as we know change is on one hand much in demand, but it is also reviled by the same people. By that, I mean the pleasure of living in misery, of enjoying the pernicious pity that we lather on ourselves; some sort of emotional masturbation.

Le plus grand problème de l'amour c'est d'avoir la certitude de sa faillabilité, de son caractère éphémère et chimèrique, de son temps compté. De la craque qui grandie, sous l'oeil anxieux. Comme pensais Lamartine et ses contemporains, les moments les plus beaux sont aussi les plus douloureux. C'est peut-être la peur du changement, de la perte -pas simplement de l'amour lui-même, mais aussi de ce qui nous rend individuel- qui nous prévient d'apprécier la saveur de l'amour.