We're Here Again

At the same thought process, because, obviously, it is me who is writing. And my voice and tone will remain the same in all of these entries.

Here I am again, contemplating life ect. ect. ect. as I always do. Repititious sometimes, isn't it? Too bad that life isn't ever repititious, and that no two things can ever occur again. It isn't actually too bad, though, is it? It gives infinate amounts of things to think about.

Such as the wonderment that is attatched to another human being. What ARE they thinking?! As soon as we begin to realize that no two stories are ever identical, that is when the fascination sets in. People are united by a common bond, that in fact, isn't too common. Have you ever thought about that? For example, bond by a common love, or on the contrary, a common enemy. But when you break it down on a close scale, does anyone ever feel the same way?

As I explained to two people previously (which probably was what sparked this blog to begin with), it's like explaining a color to a blind person. You simply cannot. The only way you know is to see the color, much like emotions. The only way to describe the color red, or this case the feeling of love, is to see it, and in love's case, to feel it. There is no other way around it. And emotions, in which all are rooted from love, are what color the existence of life. That is to say that life wouldn't have a meaning without love, so I sincerely feel sorry for those who haven't been touched by it yet.

I don't mean, love from family or friends (don't get me wrong, that type of love is absolutely crucial to existance), but specifically the romantic love from your soul mate. The person you were meant to be with for the rest of your life. The person who is perfectly imperfect for you and you alone.

It's like breathing. And being reborn every single moment of your life.

How fantastic it is. And suddenly, we are back at square one where we feel everything is new.