Romance

I love the concept of flowers on Valentine's Day and long walks in the rain but I think I am way too cynical for it. I love the thought of love being able to make you want to live forever but I would never be able to believe it. And I love the idea of loving someone enough to put them before yourself.

Sometimes I think that the only way to make sure you are safe from the malice of life is to harden yourself; to become cynical and to not believe. That if we don't hope in things that we cannot change then we will not be disappointed by the incompetence of the human race to fulfill promises. Because self interest is human nature and when do we ever think of anyone but ourselves. Men are selfish creatures. So why should I have hope in a race that is selfish and callous.

But then sometimes I think what is there if we don't have hope.

And really, what is this life without a belief in something that drives us; a hope in something that will make us smile.

Is it so bad to want something impossible? It is foolish to have faith?

I mean after all, it is the little things that add depth to our days.

We feed our romantic dreams and we after some time start to believe in things that in this life will not happen. We put our faith in God believing he will give us salvation without knowing of his existence. We do it everyday, believe in things that are not tangible. And everyday we get hurt. By our hopes. Ultimately, by ourselves.