The longing for destiny is nowhere stronger than in our romantic life. All too often forced to share a bed with those that cannot fathom our soul. Can we not be excused ( contrary to rules of of our enlightened age) that one day we are fated to run into the man or women of our dreams? Can we not be allowed a certain superstitious faith that we will ultimately locate a creature who can appease our painful yearnings? Though our prayers may never be answered , though they may be no end to relationships marked by mutual incomprohension, if the heavens took pity on us, then can we really be expected to attribute our encounter with our prince or princess to a mere coincidince?Or can we not for once escape logic and read it nothing other than a romantic destiny?
Not my words but i connect with this so much right now....
1 comment:
Unfortunately we conform to capitalism social norms. The idea of romantic fatalism is no more than marketing expressing itself through the mass consumer. There is nothing wrong with unconventional love, something that is warmingly unconditional. You can be this, you can be eccentric. The unexpected is more romantic than the death of oneself subjecting themselves to what is expected by tradition and social expectation.
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