Egos and Passions
If it's returned with the same burning conviction of a zealot, love is capable of harming us; for as we all know, love can totally consume our otherwise rational faculties
There are times, however, when a person cannot keep their feelings about another to themselves; and then, of course, that's when we tend to place our delicate and tender hearts in the hands of the object of our infatuation
And by doing so, we stand the same chance of getting bitten by the love bug as we would if we were to hold a juicy T-bone steak in front of a salivating dog
But when we are driven by the throes of passion do we ever really have a choice in the matter?
For when passion takes over our senses to the point of losing face, or possibly even worse, then what other kinds of emotions can cause an otherwise logical person to commit such a seemingly destructive act?
It's long been said that our total beings are ruled by love and passion, and therefore, it's easy to believe that our future has already been predetermined by fate; and that might also include the circumstances that would lead a person to attend a particular meeting or to show up at any other social event
Consequently, then, we suspect that fate can make us say and do things without our implicit knowledge or consent; and we might even perform these acts without any rational rhyme or reason
Then try as we might to change what's in the cards, or etched in stone, we may find that it might be futile for us to even try to change the outcome
For whether it's karma or kismet, we know not, but we do know that we must obey for if we don't, then we might just suffer more than the slings and arrows of misfortune, as the bard of old would say
But just exactly what is this emotion that we call love? Is it only the God-given ability we have that tells us what's good for us?
And are we never supposed to deny our intellectual thought processes by dissecting every emotion with the sober rationalization of what's in it for us
Almost certainly not, for any time that we try to fool Mother Nature by trying to get what we think we want we'll most likely cheat ourselves out one of the most glorious feelings that we humans are blessed with, and that's true love
Someone once said that it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all: and if that's so, then that might explain why some people are unlucky in the game of love
But a truer definition of the word love might also describe the ones that continually lose at love for they might be confused about the main differences between ego and love; and they may also be disregarding one of the most important emotions of all which is passion
It seems as if nothing in the world will ever stop the pursuit of passion: for as we all know, it's one of the most powerful forces we humans have; and even if the feelings of love are not returned in as great abundance as the one who hangs his or her heart out on a limb, we'll probably still take our chances on love
Of course it would be more fulfilling if the ones we adore could love us as deeply as we love them: or at the very least, it would be of some consolation if they cared
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem