Saturday, August 10, 2013

conditional love

i love words, exquisite arrange of words. be it in books, song lyrics, film scripts or anything.
but if i said i could not get the beauty of Dante's poems, people would say i'm just a shallow girl who freaks over anything new i read.

i love songs, good songs. i am never into a singer or band that much, but if i love many of their songs, for me that is enough to say i love them.
but some people say that if we love a particular singer we should have known their full discography. or go to their concerts. or buy some of their albums.

i love artworks. i simply love beautiful graphic designs, animations, paintings, drawings, photographs that i happen to see.
but you know, sometimes for other artwork enthusiasts it's not enough. loving artworks means you have to know the history of renowned painters from time to time. or elements in graphic designs. or who made this, who made that, what's your favorite artists. blabla.

i love my country. i always yearn for this country to be a successful industrial country, free from corruption, and so on. true that i used to regret for having born in this country, but now i don't... maybe as i grow up i realized this country has so much more to love. maybe as i grow up i realize i was born here to be a part of Indonesia's recovery.
but true that i am sometimes pessimistic. isn't it normal, given this country's condition? but they say this country has no use of pessimistic people.

i love so many things.
but why, in this world full of hatred, do people define love as a difficult thing--that love is something not every people could afford?

i just want to love simply, as simple as curling my lips and making a smile whenever those things make me happy.