To Love is to be Limited

this is a continuation of my previous post "Love is an Addiction"

But maybe underneath that 'gullible', 'pacified', 'tractable' and 'agreeable' personality of 'love', there is something quite the reverse. Something 'wild', and 'aware' and 'primitive'. Something that 'bites' lol and that has it's own 'will'. And that won't be 'contained' by 'love' or 'fear'.

Something that is 'without rules'. Like a wild animal. Something that exists 'beyond' this world and that doesn't 'need' anything in and of this world. Something that doesn't follow 'orders', in the form of 'thoughts' and 'feelings'. Something that has no 'limitations' and is without 'definitions'.

Cause honestly, what 'love' really does - the real 'purpose' of 'love' - is that it 'locks you in'. It makes you 'accept' the 'system'. Because you believe that there is some 'greater meaning' to what's here. Something that somehow makes things 'make sense' - even though they don't actually make any sense at all.

Love is the 'reason' that exists in your mind as to 'why' you shouldn't just unconditionally and absolutely give up on everything. Because, you know, "Oh, it's meant to be", or "God put you here for a reason", or "the universe intended for things to be this way". Yeah, there's all some 'greater reason' to why things are fucked up. It isn't just that they're fucked up.

Cause I mean, if it was, well then there was NO WAY in hell that you would ever accept any of this. If it wasn't for that apparent 'greater meaning', you would have long given up on everything and you would have said "FUCK THIS SHIT". But, ah, the suffering we accept in the name of 'love'.