On love... this Tuesday morning..

Do we make our own fate?

I think there is a fine line between fate, destiny and choices... after all, didn't our choices dictate what our future will be like? Or is it that no matter what path you choose and tumble into... somehow destiny was already pre-chosen and we will be good or bad in accordance to our life's fate?

I was listening to the radio this morning and it was about a girl who was in a dilemma, being in love with someone else's fiance. She didn't know what to do... she was stuck because the guy will not leave her alone. Hmm... is she really all that stuck? Though love is a chemically induced feeling and you can't help feeling the way you do towards a person... but whether you call/pick up his call... isn't that a choice?

I am not one to cast blame or start a morning sermon on fidelity and loyalty... After all, I understand the feeling... you can say that I have seen the coins on both sides. Hehehe.. those who knows me well would know this...

But one can't help thinking on how infidelity happens in the first place. Who's blame is it when one partner suddenly starts looking elsewhere for 'love' or 'affection'..? Is it fair to put the blame on the partner that is happily...or maybe unhappily oblivious..? Or is it fair to blame on the couple who are enjoying themselves at the expense of the other? Is it the girl...or is it the guy?

Love is such a fiery emotion don't you think? It comes unbidden and fills one heart with this fierce possession and all you can do is sit behind the wheel as it takes you for a ride.. it can be scary and exciting at the same time... it can even be your salvation from certain destruction. But can you love and betray at the same time? I don't think so. In that I think there is a choice... to love a person enough to let them go or love them enough to stay and wade through the difficult time together. Certainly to love them enough to not hurt them by betraying their trust in you.

Love is precious and should be cherished. People nowadays throws the word around like a days bread hot from the oven. Passing from hand to hand... they are forgetting the value of that sentiment and all the resposibility to it should you accept and take a bite out of that tempting treat.

Love should be nourished and kept alive... like a garden that is blooming  with ruby red roses... if you let it be come rain, sunshine... you'll find that it would be overgrown with weeds and the once brilliant colors splashing will turn to a wild and dull growth of something that used to be.

Fate...is it ours?