Thread: Is love even real?

love is a feeling that man has to fill the 'void' in his heart. Whether this love come in the form of God, a person, material things, or multiple variations of these, it's man's way to find something beyond this realm. I classify love not as sexual acts, lusftul encounters and such--it is the desire to extend the emotions felt during those acts into everyday life.

That was....beautiful Lamperoux -cries- Hahaha

To be honest, I don't really understand many of the answers given so far: love is a chemical reaction, or a feeling you somehow extend after having lots of sex. If that's love for you that's fine. If I were to give some sort of deep or philosophical answer to sum up my own understanding I'd say my love is what enables me to hate and by hating, abhorring and rejecting I am able to reaffirm the things I love. I do not view love itself as a feeling I extend consciously or unconsciously. It comes back to human condition. Romantic love interests me a lot less.

So do you think it [love] is real?

If you don't have it, then you can't fool yourself that it's not real. It's one of those things that you may not be too aware of as you go from day to day--IF you have it! but you will always know keenly the instant you have lost it.

Like other cherished intellectual abstractions such as freedom, love is more detectable and definable by its absence than its presence. I suppose if we tried to quantify it in a more or less scientific manner, we might find that at its essence, love is the basic human need for friendly, nurturing interaction with other human beings--that doesn't end once we are grown into adulthood, but rather becomes more complicated and intense.

Why/why not?

Dunno--don't particularly care. In my opinion it's a nuisance that I am much better off without, but it has to happen every so often, like puking.

Also, if you think it's real, do you think it's something that's hard to find, or can it be just handed to you on a silver platter?

If 20-some-odd years as a professional fortuneteller has taught me anything, it's that love is NOT hard to find; in a lot of cases, it's nearly impossible to avoid.

Human beings are social, and have a need for social behavior. We form connections with each other on the basis of very little held in common, a great deal of the time. At the basis of many (I would say most) of these connections is love in one of its several forms--it's just that our parental units, and later our siblings, peers, etc., train us to identify only certain types of connections as "real" love. Since acceptance from the peer group is of course a type of love we can scarcely live without, we let our peers mold us into their image and instill their thoughts and expectations into us, without even realizing what is happening.

How many people did I talk to in the course of my work as a tarot reader who, once the psyche had been laid bare, revealed to me that it was their peer group, or their parents, or even some even more loathsome entity such as their boss, who they allowed to define for them what was to be considered "real love" and what was to be discarded as worthless or bad...? (Answer: A lot.)

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* You Wouldn't Say That If You Weren't Gorgeous/In Play/Rich/Dating/With Someone *

Naturally, it is much easier to elicit professions of love from others if one is A) really, really cute, or B) really, really rich. Such is the way of the world and Natural Selection (sort of)!

Ah, but believe me, cute and rich people sit awake at night and wonder why nobody loves them, too! I know, I've read their cards. Cute girls, for example, are hugely humiliated when someone they have a crush on doesn't love them back, and a lot of the time they will not tell even their best friend. Guys who have lots of money and security but not great looks get angry because if they are not propped up by their money, those they desire won't look at them--and THEY don't want to tell anyone about it, but they have to tell somebody eventually, so they tell someone like me. The variations on this theme are endless. (I would tell you about the several members of a church choir that I ended up reading cards for one week--none of them was aware I had talked to any of the others.... er... but it would perhaps sidetrack our discussion, so I won't.)

In every case, whether you are ugly/beautiful, rich/poor--it simply doesn't matter, there is always at least one person and usually more than one who loves you and strongly desires your company.

Oh, but you don't want that person, you say? You don't want that guy with the bad complexion hanging around with you and your friends? You don't want to take your little brother or sister to the park? You don't have time to play with the dog? You don't like that creepy quiet chick at the office who always blushes when she looks at you?

"Offering love on a silver platter" is what the universe does to you every day, whether or not you choose to accept or even notice. (The universe will also arbitrarily dish out enormous amounts of hard-core bullsh1t at various times, too, but that's another story.)

I hope this was helpful!

~~~ yours in Chaos, Scarlett

My darlings, my wonderfuls, my marvels, my sweets... Love is real. There are many versions/kinds or love. But it is a gift. How you use your gift is up to you. One can share the love of family and/or unconditional love. Another love is a strong friendship bond. Then their is the love of one's God and the other love being the romantic kind. I am a culprit for love. I have a bad habit of loving everyone and everything... Be it man, mineral or vegetable... My problem is the let down of my fellow man/woman. Their response to my love is... well... That I am foolish, or stupid - as someone recently called me. I am not a matyr or someone who comes running when the world falls apart, but I do fall in love easily. It is my worst fault. (Not necessarily the romantic kind either)
Love exists if you allow it too. If you open your heart to someone or something.
Love and peace to you.
xo