I don't proclaim to be William Shakespeare or Dante, however, the one topic I do consider myself an expert on is "love and tragedy". Deep down, in the darkest parts of everyone's minds, we all love a good calamity. Romeo and Juliet, the Great Gatsby and countless others were all written about love and loss. Rightfully so, some people still believe that the only kind of true love is that which is unrequited. To me, that sounds a bit brutal but perhaps we simply relish in an ending that is more realistic than the movies we see in the theaters? Maybe we are all just a little sadistic.
We obsess over love to the point of not being realistic. Creating fantasies in our head that we think will lead to the perfect life with the perfect partner. When reality comes knocking on the door (or rather beating it down), the illusion is ruptured and the relationship is often torn apart, along with the people in it. Wouldn't it be more beneficial then, lets say, to create a relationship founded in reality? One with imperfections and rocky roads and blatant honesty? That way, when things inevitably start to crumble a bit, the whole foundation isn't torn down? Accepting life with it's imperfections, along with accepting others as they are is a far less dangerous road than living in denial.
Sometimes, however, the fantasy can just be too good to turn it off....
