WHY? Can anyone tell me why it is we do the things we do in the name of love? How is it that an otherwise sane, rational human being can become so irratic and unstable, all in the name of love?
We have written songs about love. About breakups. About the pain of love loss. The anguish of another taking what is yours. The heartache. Much has been said about love and its pain. Do we really know why? Why do we allow ourselves to be loved? Why do we love? Anyone that has truly loved has known the agony of loss. The deep, heartwrenching throb of emptiness. Why do we do it?
For all that we as human beings have accomplished, this one little question has continued to plague us. We know that all things end. We know that nothing lasts forever. We know that, eventually, the flower of true love begins to wilt in the light of time and circumstance and slowly begins its decent back to the ground from whence it sprung. The thorns of devotion pierce our fingers as we continually grasp at the stem of adoration, hoping...praying...pleading that we can somehow resurrect the beauty that once was and keep it alive. That we can somehow hold on as the petals of happiness fall slowly, spiraling in soft circles through the warm summer air as they leave us alone and lost. Emptiness.
Why do we do it? Why can't we see the futility? There is no strength in man that gives him dominion over love. There is no heart so hard that it cannot be lanced by the foil of desperation. Desperation. As we struggle with all our might to hang on. To keep love close. To bask in the glow of love's grand and all-encompassing power. Yet, as the flower dies, and we reach one last time to hold the beauty of once was, we look to our empty hand....and weep. Why?
