I'm sorry to day this, but I disagree with everyone but MVP, because I have lost all faith in women and men. Men are bastards and women are bitches, ummmkay?
Warning: Highly cynical content. May cause disappointment. Keep away from children.
After an internal war within myself and externally with the entire world consisting of women and men, I have finally derived to an inevitable conclusion, that there is no such thing as romance and, surely enough, "sacred marriage".
If we go back in time, or perhaps just open up the Holy book and read into say, Leviticus or any other book in the Hebrew Bible (previously, the "Old Testament") - we will be taken into a wild journey of fornification, adultury, incest, and surely enough polygamy ie harem. People, and men in particular, have always enjoyed sexual diversity. Women are ****ing whores and were always willing to sleep with whoever, be it her best friend's man. We're worth each other.
So, my conclusion is - there is no romance, at least not for too long. That is to say, that there IS romance, when a guy falls hard for a girl, but as time goes by romance withers away.
Romance, the life-long kind of romance is nothing but a delusional product of aging housewifes who write silly novels about puppy love. Take any romance novel, a sappy movie script and you'll be overwhelmed by cynicism (well, if you've come to the point of understanding the nature of men). It seems to me, that people who write those scripts just scribble and laugh to themselves at every other corny phrase they write. Those scripts, books, whatever, are too surreal in terms of defining love. "Romantic" things like that never happen to real women.
Take "Gone With the Wind" for example. Rhett Butler, a sexy product of Margaret Mitchell's love-starved, sex-crazed imagination portrays everything a woman wants to see in a man, and does everything to make a woman go wild, tear off her clothes and hop on top. To cut the crap short, everything that happens thorughout the book is a silly fairy tale. However, Margaret wasn't your typical housewife, so she had to compensate for Rhett's unbelievable love for Scarlett by having him dump her in the end. For that realistic ending I respect Margaret Mitchell.
Now let's examine a romance novel by a male author. My favorite author ever is Erich Maria Remarque (male author, ignore the feminine middle name). One of my favorite books by Remarque is "Three Comrades", a romance novel which took place in Germany, during the Great Depression years. The book is not exactly a romance novel, because for men there IS no such thing as romance of course. The book breathes with philosophical deliberation (a brilliant school of thought), economic hopelessness and moral desperation, and encompasses the biggest tragedy of all times - taking love and life for granted.
Unlike silly women's literature, the book delivers a sad story how one young man kept playing a girl that loved him to death (literally), and only having found out at the end that she has a fatal sickness - tuberculosis, he realizes that he is losing the very essense, the very source of joy, and the love if his life. Only then he commits himself to her and they spend every day of her remaining life together.
Thing is, there HAS to be some obstacle for a man to love a woman. It's always got to be an issue of life or death, an issue of now or never. But what we forget in our never-ending pursuit of complete satisfaction, in our daily quest for happiness against the odds of this dull life, is that there IS an end to everything, and if we don't appreciate what we have and take comfort in the simple pleasures in life... we night end up regretting the losses. We are so neglecting to the most importnant things in life - health, loved ones - that we only regret the loss when it's too late. You never know what you have until it's gone - but DEATH should be a reminder to us how valuable and dear life is. Personally I think it's a shame to play one another - at least in the world we live in today. With the recent tragedy in Beslan (the school massacre), and worldwide natural disasters, it's about time we learned to value each other's lives and take care of one another, instead of playing foolish games when fate itself is playing cruel games with people's lives.







