Just a Mirage.

Love. The one thing people can spend their whole lives searching for.
It seems that the reason we obsess over this feeling so much is because it is so hard and rare to find.
Some can go their whole lives looking for love. It’s like the buried treasure we all go after. And the green envy we feel when we witness our friends digging it up with a huge smile on their faces.
Some may find love early in life, and some may find it later.
What bothers me is that some often look down upon those who find it within maybe fifteen years of being on this planet. Why? I say sheer jealousy. “Hell, we’re older we should have found it by now, if we didn’t they couldn’t have. It can’t be love, it’s all in their heads.”

Not only does everyone experience and feel love differently, but the worst part is that love is spontaneous. It’s an unexpected arrow that strikes you in the butt when you turn away for a second to finally concentrate on yourself. It comes when we don’t even look for it, and seems to run away from us when we are desperately searching for the sweet affection we’ve longing for.
And with enough deprivation of this sweet affection, soon enough we are walking through the desert of loneliness with severe dementia while seeing mirages of perfect soul mates in the distance.
What we don’t keep in mind is that those mirages are simply illusions of grandeur, and not our treasured soul mates, but in fact just assholes in Tapout clothing who spend their weekends playing beer pong and degrading women.
But fear not, for love does come for everyone. Whether it be with someone they expect, or someone they detest, in ten years, or two days, love always finds a way of creeping up on us.