Musings of the bored mind

We all want out lives to mean something, the things we do to mean something, yet deep down we all know that we’re nothing, we’re as insignificant as an ant; well, that isn’t true, the ant has meaning, the ant has a role in its world, we have none, and we have no task to complete. This is why look for that hidden meaning, for something to make us important, mostly this lies in Religion, using it as a standard of meaning. Yet sometimes, sometimes we find meaning in people, and more importantly in love. But this once most pure of hopes has been polluted by commercialism, mostly though, by the “one”. We’ve been told that finding love no longer matters, we need to find the one. Before, when life was simple, you’d fall in love and that was that, you stayed together till you died, even then you spent the afterlife together. Now though, you fall in love, you stay together until you begin to get premonitions about the one, and whether the person you’re with is the one, or whether you’ve made a mistake. Then, what was once a happy relationship, a happy friendship, ends, all because of the “one”. We shower each other with gifts, with false words, with false love, until we find the one; then we shower them with gifts, with true words, with the truest of true loves, until we find the one. Some aren’t like that, but they are the few in this dying age of Romance. They believe that love is enough, that there is no one, we are not destined for someone. That the search for the “one”, sullies the name of love, that it destroys the magical feeling of being in love. They believe in the hope of love, that by not looking for love, you find the purest form of it, the hope that binds them to that forgotten course. I guess that’s the hypocrisy of this modern age. By not believing in the one, will lead you to find them.