People stared. She couldn't for the life of her understand why they stared. Quizzically, as if she were the most peculiar thing they had ever crossed paths with. Some went as far as to scoff, some rolled eyes, some chewed their lower lips as if to stop themselves from saying anything and some had actual astonishment shining in their eyes.
What had she done that was so unheard of? What was she attempting to do that was so ludicrous? Why did she constantly feel the need to explain herself? She wasn't one of those girls who "always knew she was different" nor was she the odd one that "never quite fit in". She had always been the girl everyone knew and loved - always reliable, always rational and logical, consistently impressive.
Suddenly, it was as though she had fallen from grace. A shameful husk of the woman they all thought she was meant to be. It was a cruel world. Poor countries plagued by war and disease, rich countries fuelled by greed and sex, women who dressed like whores, men who thought of nothing other than power and cynicism that ruled all of mankind.
She was in love. In this modern world it appeared that falling in love was only for fools. The kind of fool that is considered to be of lower intelligence, the poor sod who is misinformed and the imbecile who was waiting to be made into a cautionary tale. In a world full of cynics, suddenly it was a sin to fall in love. Clearly, it was not the kind of love modern-day mankind has found to be socially acceptable.
It was a strange love. The kind that made the scoffers, misanthropes, disbelievers and sceptics talk about while they sipped coffee at swank cafes. What kind of a stupid woman does what she had done for a man? Surely she is a flaming idiot. Touted to be intelligent, contemporary and truly an informed, educated lady, how could she have made such decisions?
As she sat down on her cushy couch in her lovely, modest home with a cup of coffee in her fluffy pink dressing gown - only after having painted her nails a fashionably odd shade of grey she thought, "Why does everyone call me a fool?" Never one to lose touch with her own feelings, she began to dissect the workings of the outer world of cynics and 'judgers'.
She had fallen in love. Quite simply, rather easily. That was the first step towards being laughed at by the world's cynics. Although, the love for this man had started out carefully enough, she was as cautious as the average prevailing human on the planet. At some point, however, the scales tipped and she fell straight into the world of fools.
She was now madly in love with him. She fought wars with herself, with her family, sometimes with her friends and she had lost many important people in her life. Each one who had chosen to exit her life did so because they thought she was a fool for being in love and following her heart. She had a fabulous education. The kind people envy, they wonder how on earth she did it and what motivated her to accomplish it.
Sipping her now cold coffee, she realised academics was easy. How hard is it to study? How hard is it to learn something new? How hard could it possibly be to just concentrate long enough to churn out a positive result? Nothing was too difficult for the mind. It was matters of the heart that were truly difficult. Strangely, it seemed to her that matters of heart were quite simple too.
She knew why they thought she was a fool. She had sacrificed a potentially amazing career to be with him, moved countries to be with him and fought with loved ones for the right to be with him. Historically, those sacrifices were pale compared the wars fought and nations destroyed for the sake of love. Yet, in the new world she was considered a fool rather than a visionary. A failure rather than a success. A cautionary tale rather than an inspiration.
The love she felt was now unheard of. She adored him, idolised him, accepted him whole-heartedly, is constantly enthused by him, incessantly attracted to him, forgiving of his trespasses, understanding of his flaws, idealistic about their future together, faithful to him, hopeful for him. She could only see how happy they were together, how successful they could be and how passionately they loved each other. Only one animal on the planet could possibly feel so strongly for a human. Truly, she was like a puppy. She followed him everywhere, all around house, she waited for him patiently while he was away at work, she spun in excitement when he came home, she enthusiastically played with him, she showered him with kisses, she sat by him as he rested in the evening, she ate with him while they shared their stories for the day. She kept no secrets from him, she wanted to be with him constantly.
Why is it called puppy love? Is it still puppy love when it feels like it has been going on forever? She was in love with a man she could easily call her best friend, she knew that her constant energy and excitement bordered on annoying, but weren't puppies just like that too? When did the world stop believing in that kind of love? When did it become acceptable to just like someone instead of loving them with all your heart and soul? When did we stop having faith? When did hope get placed on the back burner and when did doubt take centre stage?
She knew that she could be the world's biggest fool for being so madly in love. For trusting someone so implicitly, for allowing someone room to cause serious hurt and damage. When did we forget that we as humans are strong enough to bounce back after being hurt? When a puppy that is unloved by an owner is then given to someone who loves him so much, that puppy long forgets the pain of the past and believes with all his heart that this love will last. When did we stop being puppies? Why have we all forgotten how beautiful it is to love boundlessly?
When did it become alright to judge someone who can and will love so easily? Why is she a fool? Aren't you a fool for not allowing yourself the joy and pleasure of giving someone your heart without expecting anything in return? Aren't you a fool for not giving yourself the chance to be loved and moved by somebody? She knows that he could hurt her, just as the puppy knows its owner could abandon it yet she loves him so unconditionally. She has evolved to a point where the potential of pleasure outweighs the risk of pain and she is considered to be a fool? Surely not.
The cynics, scoffers and disbelievers are wrong. This puppy will always be hopeful. This puppy with always love with all its little heart. This woman knows that some things are worth fighting for. This woman knows that if she gets hurt she will find love again. This woman loves him so much that if in the end, he really does hurt her it she knows that she gave it her all. This puppy loves you and would love you again and again and again. If we could all just love with the maturity and faith of the puppy, the world would probably be a better place.
If you could stop, for just a second and allow yourself to fall, you would see that this woman - in her cushy house, on her comfy couch, sipping on her cold coffee after having painted her nails a fashionably odd shade of grey is so much happier than you are, you would realise that it's called puppy love not because it is stupid or immature, but because it is the wisdom of knowing that doing something with all your heart will in fact make your dreams come true. Happiness is in the hands of the lover, not just the loved. Let someone love you today.
What had she done that was so unheard of? What was she attempting to do that was so ludicrous? Why did she constantly feel the need to explain herself? She wasn't one of those girls who "always knew she was different" nor was she the odd one that "never quite fit in". She had always been the girl everyone knew and loved - always reliable, always rational and logical, consistently impressive.
Suddenly, it was as though she had fallen from grace. A shameful husk of the woman they all thought she was meant to be. It was a cruel world. Poor countries plagued by war and disease, rich countries fuelled by greed and sex, women who dressed like whores, men who thought of nothing other than power and cynicism that ruled all of mankind.
She was in love. In this modern world it appeared that falling in love was only for fools. The kind of fool that is considered to be of lower intelligence, the poor sod who is misinformed and the imbecile who was waiting to be made into a cautionary tale. In a world full of cynics, suddenly it was a sin to fall in love. Clearly, it was not the kind of love modern-day mankind has found to be socially acceptable.
It was a strange love. The kind that made the scoffers, misanthropes, disbelievers and sceptics talk about while they sipped coffee at swank cafes. What kind of a stupid woman does what she had done for a man? Surely she is a flaming idiot. Touted to be intelligent, contemporary and truly an informed, educated lady, how could she have made such decisions?
As she sat down on her cushy couch in her lovely, modest home with a cup of coffee in her fluffy pink dressing gown - only after having painted her nails a fashionably odd shade of grey she thought, "Why does everyone call me a fool?" Never one to lose touch with her own feelings, she began to dissect the workings of the outer world of cynics and 'judgers'.
She had fallen in love. Quite simply, rather easily. That was the first step towards being laughed at by the world's cynics. Although, the love for this man had started out carefully enough, she was as cautious as the average prevailing human on the planet. At some point, however, the scales tipped and she fell straight into the world of fools.
She was now madly in love with him. She fought wars with herself, with her family, sometimes with her friends and she had lost many important people in her life. Each one who had chosen to exit her life did so because they thought she was a fool for being in love and following her heart. She had a fabulous education. The kind people envy, they wonder how on earth she did it and what motivated her to accomplish it.
Sipping her now cold coffee, she realised academics was easy. How hard is it to study? How hard is it to learn something new? How hard could it possibly be to just concentrate long enough to churn out a positive result? Nothing was too difficult for the mind. It was matters of the heart that were truly difficult. Strangely, it seemed to her that matters of heart were quite simple too.
She knew why they thought she was a fool. She had sacrificed a potentially amazing career to be with him, moved countries to be with him and fought with loved ones for the right to be with him. Historically, those sacrifices were pale compared the wars fought and nations destroyed for the sake of love. Yet, in the new world she was considered a fool rather than a visionary. A failure rather than a success. A cautionary tale rather than an inspiration.
The love she felt was now unheard of. She adored him, idolised him, accepted him whole-heartedly, is constantly enthused by him, incessantly attracted to him, forgiving of his trespasses, understanding of his flaws, idealistic about their future together, faithful to him, hopeful for him. She could only see how happy they were together, how successful they could be and how passionately they loved each other. Only one animal on the planet could possibly feel so strongly for a human. Truly, she was like a puppy. She followed him everywhere, all around house, she waited for him patiently while he was away at work, she spun in excitement when he came home, she enthusiastically played with him, she showered him with kisses, she sat by him as he rested in the evening, she ate with him while they shared their stories for the day. She kept no secrets from him, she wanted to be with him constantly.
Why is it called puppy love? Is it still puppy love when it feels like it has been going on forever? She was in love with a man she could easily call her best friend, she knew that her constant energy and excitement bordered on annoying, but weren't puppies just like that too? When did the world stop believing in that kind of love? When did it become acceptable to just like someone instead of loving them with all your heart and soul? When did we stop having faith? When did hope get placed on the back burner and when did doubt take centre stage?
She knew that she could be the world's biggest fool for being so madly in love. For trusting someone so implicitly, for allowing someone room to cause serious hurt and damage. When did we forget that we as humans are strong enough to bounce back after being hurt? When a puppy that is unloved by an owner is then given to someone who loves him so much, that puppy long forgets the pain of the past and believes with all his heart that this love will last. When did we stop being puppies? Why have we all forgotten how beautiful it is to love boundlessly?
When did it become alright to judge someone who can and will love so easily? Why is she a fool? Aren't you a fool for not allowing yourself the joy and pleasure of giving someone your heart without expecting anything in return? Aren't you a fool for not giving yourself the chance to be loved and moved by somebody? She knows that he could hurt her, just as the puppy knows its owner could abandon it yet she loves him so unconditionally. She has evolved to a point where the potential of pleasure outweighs the risk of pain and she is considered to be a fool? Surely not.
The cynics, scoffers and disbelievers are wrong. This puppy will always be hopeful. This puppy with always love with all its little heart. This woman knows that some things are worth fighting for. This woman knows that if she gets hurt she will find love again. This woman loves him so much that if in the end, he really does hurt her it she knows that she gave it her all. This puppy loves you and would love you again and again and again. If we could all just love with the maturity and faith of the puppy, the world would probably be a better place.
If you could stop, for just a second and allow yourself to fall, you would see that this woman - in her cushy house, on her comfy couch, sipping on her cold coffee after having painted her nails a fashionably odd shade of grey is so much happier than you are, you would realise that it's called puppy love not because it is stupid or immature, but because it is the wisdom of knowing that doing something with all your heart will in fact make your dreams come true. Happiness is in the hands of the lover, not just the loved. Let someone love you today.
