"the Hassle"

dancing thru people's doubts and wading thru their trials and test.. is wasting more time in the nature of relations, than simply knowing if you like someone or not, and acting on it..

the hassle of the guessing becase people are with fears to say what they think and what they feel, and more so what they want.. moreso, we say.. I'm an adult, and we distinguish children as those who can't make up their mind and, those who can't choose and engage responsibility..

but; reality may be surprising, children do make up their mind and they do choose the responsible thing, based on the knowledge they have at the time.. and they deal withe consequences and subsequence of it as it comes.

but we as seeming by the age number consider ourselves adult and mature.. have more measuring games than we can manage and more doubts than we many times manage or overcome.

people shriek responsibility and walk away from obligation, but will reprimand a child for doing the same..

we claim that love is this or that, but find ourself still . chasing infatuation and look for the fancy of infatuations scenarios... and we call it romance, and when we have to face the facts and the glow of infatuation is not present becase we are dealing with factuality we claim love has lost it's glow.. so we go in search of being infatuated.. and each time it leads to facts, and we run again looking for infatuation... and such is called as it appears.. 'Insanity".. doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.. yet doing the simple same in cycles..

then to passify ourselves, we say love is crazy, love makes us crazy.. and love is unpredictable and what ever will appease us.. instead of accepting that love is not some continual flow of infatuated elations, it finds factual relations.. which don't always have that patronizing glow of ego stimulating consumption.. but we can't stand that reality... we want infatuation that we build it up with assumptions and expectations and then torment ourselves and other trying to pound it into submission, to resenble our concepts, then find we've pounded the one we claim to love.. but won't consider that we just might have been selfish in our actions... We make the madness and we create the sadness.. thru our expectations and our denial of factual reality.. and we then get consumed looking to be infatuated again and again.. and we call that.. being IN love.. but, we deny it every time it reveals that it's simply, a part of the over all of life and living... this thing called love..

no more than the simplicity of sharing and caring, and doing so expressively... with consideration and compassion ...

but; to many, that's just too much plain .. they want drama... and will go stone made to make as much drama as they can... neglecting the fact life is a drama all on it's own... all the while destroying what is naturally.. Love

my oh my... "the Hassle"... of such self induced madness... chasing fantasy.. running from reality.... and destroying actuality in the process.. and then... we've by then, destroyed the same love, we so claim to have wanted.