Which 'love' are you?

These days I can not stop to wonder. Have we lost our abilities to love?

An online article informed the world that love is considered to be mental illness according to some unknown source. It was accompanied by symptoms including the well-known mood swings, obssessive thoughts, impaired sleep and eating patterns. They all say love is the greatest good. But do they all say that love is actually mental illness? Is this what love is meant to be or this is what we made love to be? Does love transform us by making us better people or does it force us to be obssessive and selfish? Are there different types of 'love' or is there only one type we all know and experienced? Did we make love what is it now -mental disorder, or did love make us ill?
And the final question which does not give me peace: When we converted the love into illness? Why we had to form all our desire of power, possession, and selfishness into this abnormal twisted form of attachment, called love?
Now I am asking you: Do you think this is the love which was about to save the world or we lost our abilities to feel what really love was supposed to be?
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Ego and Moi- One mutual relationship.

Me-one of the most open opposers of the good old 'ego' or also known as the quality of 'egocentrism'. Me- one of the most critical person of people's ambitions and egos. Me- the person who actually possess tha trait of 'egocentrism'. Less 'ego' and more 'centrism' or both work equally. Fact.
I have always known that I am a bit selfish, but these days I prove that I am egocentric. My ego did not give me a choice. My ego tortured my nights and days in the continuum of weeks. My ego decided to shut up this morning, but several hours later it decided to rise a voice again. Now I am wondering whether I can actually erase my ego and replace it with self-concern (because it sounds less 'ego'-ish?) or I can surrender and confess in front of the whole world and my merely readers (if I actually have any) that I am egocentric.

I am sorry World, but no matter how egocentric I am (and probably always will be) I still remain one of the most direct opposers of egocentrism. So swallow all your ego or you will not give me a choice.

Grown Up or Old?

The awkward moment when you realize that you have actually grown up.
It strikes you with a laugh at first, but later you start thinking... what if?
After all, 20 is not assumed as an 'old' age, but a 'mature' one. However, when you tried doing some activity which you have been doing years ago...Then you start to feel old. You realize you are no longer this teenage kid who understood the 'teenage' jokes and games. If you are not a teenager anymore, does it mean that you are not young anymore?
When do we realize are we mature or childish and when do we take real responsibility of our actions?

Life lessons or life drama? Failure or drama?

Drama.

I appreciate the genre of drama films and drama tv series. Drama theatre. I like the drama in self-searching, independency-seeking books. I listen about drama stories around me and try to nod understandingly or feel sympathetic.
The word 'drama'. I can not bother searching its definition in the dictionary, because I know what it means, .... because it is all about drama in our lives.
The strange thing is that I deny having drama in my life. I deny liking drama in my life. I push the drama away from me as fast as I can...or as good as I can. The another strange thing is that...I seek drama or drama seeks me. Both ways work and vice versa. I hate all this drama I create. I despise making pity of my drama. I decline performing this act all over again. But here I am feeling drama. Again. Again. And again. I search for methods to escape it, to avoid it, to deny it, to vanish it. I search and search...and dive into it. In my drama. Eventually it happens. Eventually I surrender...eventually I become the drama. It is nothing. This drama is probably nothing. This drama is probably a fruit of my mind creativity. I deny feeling this drama this time. I will plausibly reach the failing point. After the failing point I will probably reach my failing point. But this is just one fear and two failing points. This will not turn out into drama. My failure will not be my drama...as long as I have saving bridges. As long as I stand on my feet.
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Drama loses this time even if failure wins over me.