Love, more and more, is mistakenly, yet unintentionally confused with lust and by the end of the day, week, month, year these two words have been intertwined so tight that makes it almost impossible to undo. Life is by no means a fairytale and although waking up to your prince charming lingering over you with his sparkling blue eyes, luscious lips, perfect smile is a nice thought it can be almost destructive to reality.Incredibly fun, lacking those cliches and stereotypes, a glimpse of real life, emotion and why love doesn't always have to last...
(500) Days of Summer is just that. Sometimes what we think is love is purely lust and hell, what is wrong with that? A story of boy meets girl. Boy finds the one, while girl clearly did not. This movie was all too perfect, jumping back and forth in time, by day 67 , they've become an item when "poof" sex aside they should be just friends.
Young adults, with two entirely different outlooks on love, lust and all things related the chemistry between these two is classic. A perfect depiction of two people who have a connection. A liking for one another that cannot be ignored but then again does not necessarily mean love is in the air only to lead to an intense and complicated dilemma of what's next? The best relationships can stem from that unique connection, a bond between two people that forms from pure fun, common ground, laughing and just living life with the amazing company of the other. Screaming penis in the park, louder and louder, trying to out-due the other without a care of whom may hear or might be around. An intriguing take on falling in "love" right from the beginning, when things are quirky, frivolous and all things new to that gut in the stomach that equates to unexpected heartbreak.
Youth is a gift that cannot be repeated and would be a shame if wasted on sadness and despair. More then I want the cliche I want to be silly, crazy, wild, able to run free with few limitations, leaving the practical for another time. It is when you meet someone to run wild with is when you have found your own cliche instead of the idea of finding that someone to stand still with.
All too often we look too hard for the stereotype thinking that is key to a self-fulfilling lifestyle of happiness and pleasure. In fact it is the exception that may bring true pleasure, a genuine connection with all inhibitions put to rest, that so-called front dissolves and allows for life to be
had. Nothing really changes except putting down a wall and allowing for what was lacking- a bond. A connection with someone that reminds you of a frighteningly similar version of thy self. And it all makes perfect sense, unless we love ourselves how can one possibly connect and love another? Because in end maybe love evolves from a connection so easy and effortless that the love just happened. It is the lust we need to enjoy, embrace and maybe lust is what we need in order to realize the one thing that may have been missing...that common thread to always fall back on; a joke, moment, smile, frown, each unique and each its own. It is when I can say I Love Me is when I am ready to say I Love You.
