Losing

I read some great articles a few days ago and some of them got me thinking a lot for these past few days. Both were about losing things. And one was somewhat contradicting the other but both were quite true...

The first one talked about how we, as a generation, are losing the ability to love. Romantically, passionately, with our hearts. We want instant gratification and if it takes a while we give up because we say it's a waste of our time. We lose a lot of important people in our life because we give up on them. We give up on our relationships with others because they are standing in our way to something, like a career growth or just a mundane thing we really want. If our significant other (at that time) stands in our way, we abandon them and the "love" we had for them.

Why?

Because we, as a generation, are egoistic and only think about our own goals and never take opinions of those we "love" into consideration.

But do we want to remembered as the generation that lost the ability to love? It's difficult to see a relationship like my parents' or grandparents' when the married couple is together through the good and bad, no divorce

The second one was about losing a person you loved, but finding yourself again. The article was full of feminine confidence that grows with time after a painful break up. It takes a while for a person to recover from a long relationship that went through a hard break up.

The lost of one in a situation like this is necessary. This is not abandoning. This is about moving on. But not moving on to giving our heart yet to another person. No, this time you should keep it for a bit and love yourself; and then when the time comes and you're ready to take your heart to someone else; the heart is as new and the scars are gone or well hidden.

So I'm currently on a swing deciding between these two. Do I want to be a part of the generation that forgets how to love with my heart and only "love" with my brain? Or do I want to never be the actual owner of my heart? Shall I keep getting hurt more and more? I know one thing for sure... I'm afraid of both.

-Misha