True Love - Seen with a Clear Head

True Love, Seen with a Clear Head

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I just had a thought.

What if...

The most critical point in my life; For which i devised a massive amount of obsession over...

Was only critical because of a few very simple elements... That in actuality, in factual reality; would be as common as finding a grey rock somewhere on the natural ground.

These few elements that i am referring to being elements of life that have nothing overly special about them. And truly could be found anywhere. ..

Such as, a certain style of dressing, in the operation of air temperature of an enclosure room.

Or a special sort of music, where the notes have an entertaining sequence of patterns

Or warm showers, hot food, and comfortable rides to the convenience store.

Elements such as these are simple. And there is nothing really special about them. But they have the ability to make me feel excessively good, and happy about myself, and life in general. 

So why is it that i should obsess over some occurrence that bears almost the exact same resemblance as me picking up some powdered donuts from the gas station snack shop?

Times when i am on the all new, completely groundbreaking discovery of of true love. When i meet the image of some pretty somebody. Some beautiful mind. Some gorgeous personality.  And the earth splits open wide, and this massive kraken rears its planetary head, and roars this deafening siren cry. And i see it as my entire world coming to greet me at last, hear it all as the trumpets of heaven itself singing the song i was born to hear.

The golden plated eternity that has come to shine through my life once again. It is true love!

 But this sense that i get is not true to realities actual mechanics.

The reality is that my imagination has left behind 99.9% of the worlds actual factors and begun to spin a euphamistic tale of easy goings, frozen perfections, and complete and all-inclusive happy endings.

Those golden trumpets that are sounding are not the golden brass instruments of perfect heaven. They are actually the notes of a set of very average biological sensory organs overreacting to some worldly stimulus.

 In a world overflowing with the same sorts of stimulus.

There is nothing special about it...

I would get the same feeling from a hot shower, and a good sandwich. 

But from either the perceived newness of the stimulus, the loneliness of the organs, or some other reason, the feeling takes hold of the heart and mind in such a gripping way... that our entire being is consumed by thoughts of it.

That is all to say. . . True love, is a massive obsession. 

A massive obsession in diluted water. Be it the massive amount of emotional and mental stimulus that we perceive of the world being “water” of life that we find ourselves in. 

And the water of life is everywhere. 

We are surrounded in it.. 

and here i am diluted in this 2foot square radius.. 

blinded by some translucent ink of a sea snail that i find to be absolutely blinding... 

it'd take my whole life for it to pass out of my radius... 

but dang... when it does.

I feel like an idiot.