Flawless love

Flaws. All but one in the history of the world have lived a life of flaws. There is none yet to escape life flawless. Well, at least not for the last two-thousand plus years.

Yet, for some unknown reason, we as humans seem to revel in the flaws of others. Maybe we do this because it hides our own flaws. I mean, hell, no one wants to look in the mirror and see the asshole they have become. It is so much easier and self-sanctimonious to point to the flaws of others than to admit our own. Sure, we can follow the bullshit logic of "well, when you point the finger of blame four more fingers..." blah, blah, blah. Not true. If you point a finger and scream loud enough, no one notices your flaws.

To be honest, that is what all this bullshit finger-pointing is about; deflection. The more we deflect our own lack of confidence onto others, the better we think we will feel. But, guess what, when you get up and look in that mirror, you are still the same asshole pointing the finger and in the mirror there is only you.

Your face. Your finger.

A man is only as good as the love he feels for himself. They say love is blind. Well, it is also deaf, dumb and stupid. We let love rule the day because at the end of it, that is all we have. Love. An entire generation of people on this planet were schooled on the words "all you need is love" and they believed that as a truism.

Religions tell you there is only one true love. God. Atheists tell you there is only one true love. Either way, everyone, and I mean everyone, wants to feel love. They want to be loved and they want to love. Sometimes they get lost in the pursuit and sometimes they let the act of sex replace love because despite their desire for love they are completely ill-equipped to love. They don't love themselves, how the fuck are they supposed to love someone else? It is not possible.

Today, I watched as people rejoiced in the failure of a man. How sad is that really? I mean, if it brings you satisfaction to watch the demise of another human being, what does that really say about you?

The truth is the failure was a failure of love. A man loved a woman. He was blind to that love. That love failed and his life was forever changed. Everything we hope and aspire for as children failed today. And people rejoiced?

They rejoiced at the disintegration of their own childhood dreams.

Today, we all failed. We failed ourselves. We failed our children. We failed our future and all of those unborn still to come. Flawless love? Today there was no love, only flaws.