Love
Why is it, that in today's society, we think love comes so quickly or so easily? Listening to Dave Loggins' "Please come to Boston" tonight got me wondering. I keep thinking about American history from the Victorian era to the present. It seems to me that we have inadvertently sped up the process of love and fixated upon it to the neglect of all of the other aspects of a relationship. Out the other night with someone I've been dating for a couple of months a friend mentioned something about us being in love. It created an awkward moment as she and I just looked at eachother.
How in two months time are you supposed to know that you love someone? The one and only time I have ever been in love in my life it took much more time. Is it possible that by speeding up the process we have cheapened and made shallow love? In the world of cell phones, high-speed internet, ATMs, and drive-through have we fotgotten how to slow down? Bertrand Russell though as much in his book "The Conquest of Happiness" when he said that in the present era "every housemaid expects at least once a week as much excitement as would have lasted a Jane Austen heroine throughout a whole novel" (see page 50).
Maybe there are some things in life that we still need to take our time with.
How in two months time are you supposed to know that you love someone? The one and only time I have ever been in love in my life it took much more time. Is it possible that by speeding up the process we have cheapened and made shallow love? In the world of cell phones, high-speed internet, ATMs, and drive-through have we fotgotten how to slow down? Bertrand Russell though as much in his book "The Conquest of Happiness" when he said that in the present era "every housemaid expects at least once a week as much excitement as would have lasted a Jane Austen heroine throughout a whole novel" (see page 50).
Maybe there are some things in life that we still need to take our time with.
