What is this that we wait so patiently for on certain days of the week to see?
They call this reality TV. People are being paid to show case their lives of luxury. We watch in hopes to see failure or to see how they do it and why we can not.
Nothing on these shows show us that there is a way for others to be just as successful.
Most of these woman have sucked the lives out of a man and then continued journey through their names. Or have just laid on their backside, had babies and now they are part of the world of luxury through child birth.
I find each show embarrassing and nothing humorous.
These people degrade others. Treat individuals like shit. Show up at charity events and start unnecessary drama and yet go home to a life of wealth.
But yet i will tune in to see what the HELL next is going to happen. But i sure hope they have better ways for me to be the next millionaire.
“I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.”
― Robert Fulghum
Once love is found. Then you work hard to keep love there and focused. It’s a planted seed that needs so much just to stay alive.
“You teach me now how cruel you’ve been – cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you – they’ll damn you. You loved me – what right had you to leave me? What right – answer me – for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart – you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
What is it that we as lovers must do to show our partners that being here for one another is all we can do but together. Why must we add others into what we have? Is what i bring to the equation not good enough to make us whole and here for one another? How is her touch different from mine. What does he do that i can not? Whatever we ask ourselves of why the other cheats. It won’t stop the tears.