The time for love to blossom, for the faint whiff of springs first entrance to present itself to us.
But alas, we live in 2018, where nothing is certain anymore. Where even news is most of the time presented to us as fake news, how then I ask you can we be certain that love is really love? Or perhaps it’s something else? Can we call it love, and as such, what form does it take? Love has many shapes. Desire is one of them.
From an evolutionary standpoint desire was an absolute necessity. I mean to form close relationships desire is enough to propagate our species. But what if desire becomes too powerful to be contained? It’s then that it’s recategorized as its own four-letter word: Lust.
Yes, it’s desire’s more thrilling and perilous dark side. While desire can be intense and sublime, the feeling with lust is decidedly more reckless and all-consuming. Lust doesn’t care what time it is or what duties you have to do. Lust is often expensive too. Why unbutton when ripping the fabric is faster? Lust doesn’t require a bed or a horizontal surface or even privacy.
When the feeling is mutual, when lust is shared between two people, spectacular things can happen. It’s strong enough to endure over many years. Baldness, wrinkles and hip replacements are of no concern to lust, which powers on, sustaining it’s human hostages through the decades.
When the feeling is not mutual things can get dark and dangerous. Lawyers are then necessary. Prison is not unthinkable. Lust can sustain a relationship for a lifetime but it can also destroy a life within seconds.
It all comes down if you are able to contain it. Therefore it begs the time old question: are your emotions the master of you? Or are you the one who have mastered your emotions?
I have mastered mine, how about you?
