from "qualityoflifecare.com"
I was somewhat inspired to write after watching a man trying to protect his woman by feeding himself to the wolves. Not exactly the most romantic way to die but the story that drew audiences to its climax comes from the unmistakable tension between one’s love and one’s passion.
The difference?
Love: its a form of sacrifice, a selfless act, an unwavering form of adoration of another simply because he/she is the person that stands right before you. Despite and inspite of their shortcomings, you cherish them all the same because to sacrifice is to accept imperfection and live with it.
Passion: its a form of desire, a selfish need to pursue wants, an uncompromising form of adoration for something simply because it stands in your path, waiting to be conquered. Despite and inspite of the problems they may bring, you desire them all the same because to be selfish is also human and to be human is only you.
In theory, its both dialectic and complementary.
In reality, its foolish and makes for good drama.
I don’t doubt that many would probably juggle the emotional roller coaster as a norm, a facet of life and pure excitement to the many many other mundane activities that consume us. What I have yet to understand is why and why only do we revel in the possibilities that such extremities might bring. Even if both are attempts at freedom, they make us slaves to ourselves.
Is there resolution when both meet?
In sappy cheesy Korean dramas they do.
