Love: Friend or Foe?

They say that love makes the world go 'round. But I have wondered for many years: who started that hocus pocus cliche? Let's say it was a dude who started it (because it couldn't have been a man; a man is much different than a 'dude'). So this dude was in love and he realized, wow, now that I have this amazing woman (or chick) in my life, the world is really happening. Planets are aligning and the world is, well, revolving. Sure, revolving around you and your love affair, dude. What happens when this star from the sky breaks your heart because in the end, she is so wounded from her past that she "wouldn't know love if it smacked her in the face?" (True story, it's what she told you shortly after she broke up with you; a reply to your professed undying love for her.) The end of meaning for this cliche, that's what happens. 

Because unfortunately,  juxtaposed to this philosophy of love-is-my-savior 'dude,' once upon a time so started another cliche: nothing good lasts forever. All good things come to an end, so on and so forth. It's depressing for the aforementioned dude of romance because it seems to me, no matter what way the pie is sliced, love is more or less like a spell or a potion that has a surging-through-veins life expectancy of a mere--in my case--one year tops. And so the fate for romance dude: sorry man, you must be naive to be in love.

This may sound jaded, cynical, depressing, whatever you call it. And maybe it is. But the world these days is doggy dog. Cynicism is an outlook I like to think of and express using a much more intellectual concept: reality. Love: friend or foe? I guess it depends. Are you realistic? God speed and love hard.