To love or to be loved? To love someone can be frustrating. Time, effort, perserverance and sacrifices are amongst others things necessary to love someone. So what is the outcome of all these sacrifices? To be loved one may say? Life has it that things are never smooth-sailing; a few misunderstandings, a few characters entering and exiting the picture, a few crisis, quarelling matches, cold wars and what have you. Even so, no amount of sacrifices will get you your goal once the other party utters the ultimatium,'We are not meant for each other'. It is absolute, only black or white, no grey area.
All these are necessary to make our lives interesting and eventful. Without sounding too perverse, such ups and downs should be welcomed if not applauded for if they weren't there, we will not appreciate and cherish the result(provided it is the desired outcome). Also, it makes us fall sick and hence render the health-care industry viable. Okie, I am digressing.
On the other hand, to be loved is much easier. All one has to do is to sit back and hop on the ride. One pretty much do not have to do anything. You get attention, concern and most importantly unparalleled love. However, it's a double-edged sword. While sweet, on the other side of the blade, you get pierced twice as deep when you fall off the ride. Things are taken for granted and appreciation is less forthcoming from your side. Your insatible need for attention and almost zero contribution lead to frustration from the ride giver. THe latter may just give you a prop and off you go. Making things black and white is easier for both sides.
After blabbering with my not-so accurate analysis, I guess ususally, the ride giver and ride receiver live together happily ever after if and only if both sides contribute and work towards a common goal. Make no mistake, there are exceptions, some end up incarcerated while others end up dismembered.
PS: The author is obviously incoherent and morbid.
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