Why Love is Sad

Http://www.upworthy.com/are-you-happy-and-in-love-here-s-why-that-makes-you-so-sad?c=ufb1

Take less than five minutes of your time to watch/listen to this and think about it.

Just finished watching and dang, that is deep. Thank you so much for sharing Jane. I was actually thinking today of how happiness can be fleeting.... like something in the moment, where I may be completely excited by something, but I know that won't last all night. The next day I could wake up feeling something different. And I could see how one could want to turn away from love because nothing is guaranteed. You take a risk.

I agree with the nostalgia part... whether that be in nature, knowing things will decay, or in relationships, knowing that person could physically move away or change emotionally. Beauty can be kind of sad.

The ending really inspired me. I've heard that Dylan Thomas quote before that he mentioned and I love it! How awesome is that- we just have to try, try to extend it as long as we can and make meaning of it. Because how can we live life thinking all these little things are meaningless?

"the ephemeral nature of this moment "
how beautiful!!

Do you know what saddens me the most? the fact that I posted this on my Facebook and nobody liked it.
Zombies! only raw flesh would excite them!!
nothing transcendental would ever pass true these cement walls with no soul, just hallow voids!!

I have at least 20 poems about this subject. Seeing another soul, a fellow poet, confirms my dream, not only doesn't bother me, it is a source of ephemeral joy . A joy that the crowd of zombies and phantom would never understand!!

'I was thinking about how nothing lasts. And what a shame that is.' - Brownie points for anyone who knows what film that quote is from!

I think a certain sadness is usually a part of most things good. The fact that it won't last. Because love is such a big happiness, the sadness is just greater when it is not there anymore. I think the expressions in the video are easy to relate to, and certainly, good points are made.

BENJAMIN BUTTON?!

Wuhoo! :) I really like that film, I'd like to post the scene but can't find it anywhere.

If love lasted forever or was everlasting without any pain, it wouldn't be as sought after and beautiful.

This film is the best topic to talk about poetry. About the texture of time, the core of melancholy: "The ephemeral nature of this, moment " , The joy we leave behind to live after us.
the Paradoxical nature of existence: moment that do not have any length, any magnitude, but yet they are what time, what existence, is consisted of.
if anybody wants to talk about these??

Like in this music about rain is so soft that scratches my soul:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KftJ-KaWrV0&list=HL1385079612

Is this what it is?? that we are accomplished poets that we do not need to learn any transcendental thing about poetry?? That all we need is to dazzle with our poetry in the main board and bargain our begging for acknowledgment of being real diamonds, not the real worthless fake that we are?? Waiting each weeks to be picked out with the same mediocre s, such as me, as the winners for our mediocre shines?? And express our utmost appreciation and submission, for God forbid if we didn't please anyone for another potential shot at glorious winning?
Do you think of me as an idiot who makes fool of himself all the times?? the truth is we are in reflecting world: Only a true gold reflects our coppers. Our souls are bitten apples , with all due respect my fellow poets; take a real look at yourselves, our participation, our surmise of what the real poetry is!! Nothing except the idea of self would ever inspires us. Nothing transcendental, even the true meaning of poetry, that our very participation is all about, anything such as the link that this post started with, would ever invigorate us because the true POETRY has never crossed our minds the same that Christ, has never crossed over our hearts.

"Do you think of me as an idiot who makes fool of himself all the times?? "

Nop.

Editted: I removed some of my thoughts. they were Unrelated to the link.

Just watched this and wondering....Froid wonders why Rilke is tearing up thinking about trees and vegetation dying and he wonders why...well so do I...it's very natural and pertinent to evolution for this to happen. Love? well...pish posh to that, although I do tell my tomatoes how much I adore them every day and yet...they are still green and very very coy :)

Your tomatoes are not like you. Though I like women who adore their tomatoes. What about lullaby?? but be carful because the same thing could happen to them that would happen to real children: "giving them too much satisfaction, they would stop yearning to grow up."

back to the subject:
We live in time
and die
in timelessness.
Time is irrelevant,
it is only for those who continue
and therefore,
discontinue.

My tomatoes ARE me haha!!! I don't need to sing lullabies to them...my accent is melody enough I think...these are heritage tomatoes grown from the seeds of tomatoes from an Italian family I'm friendly with...

Back to subject: I do note that you have altered it from love to time so...

The clock tocked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked...

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