Love

Love...is a race. It's an adrenaline fueled competition. We're kidding ourselves. It's all about us. It's not about the other person. It's all about how good we feel, or how bad. We thus use people as mediums of psychological gratification and then subconsciously pretend that they are the centre of our universe. They're not. We are the centre of our universe. In reality, we don't give a damn about the other person. We give a damn about what will happen to us and the insatiable emptiness if that person steps out of our little dream box and a replacement is slow in coming.

Love is basically a sadistic little game based on ego. You win if yours is bigger! You lose if you're responsible for inflating another's. You should be ashamed of yourself if someone is able to count on you. You are supposed to be proud as can be if someone is driving others crazy because of you. Love exists because not everyone is a hero. Because nowadays there's not enough things going wrong to engage people in sword duels and be done with little bursts of frustration. Today, it's people against people. Weapon against Weapon.

So can love last forever? Yes, and no. It doesn't last if the game's played by the rules. It lasts if the game has elements of cheating, intrigue and stale mates.