why are break-ups painful?
have you ever thought about it?
a break up brings an end to a relationship, be it a fledgling romance, or a painstakingly moulded amour. it is akin to, let's say, an oscillating system that is critically damped. it nips the problem(s) in the bud, right there and then. no more unhappiness, no more bickering. effective? perhaps. what matters, at least, is that the two parties just cease the intra-conflict, and are able to start afresh instead of settling for a lifetime of unhappiness, or rather, attempted happiness.
the immediate loss of a loved one from a breakup is nonetheless, excruciating. the age-old cliches 'my world has crumbled', 'its the end'... i need not elaborate. there could exist a thought of suicide, and surely, there is no yardstick for the depth of this melancholy. then again, relationships, to all extents, require investments to keep it going. the intangible things like time and effort seem to have gone down the drain. even more so, how about the love that has been devoted? in my opinion, there is no amicable break up. if people say they parted amicably, either they haven't truly cherished the relationship, or they haven't treated it seriously enough. on a more practical note, i guess people feel sad because of the lightness with which the relationship has been taken. after all, a relationship requires mutual trust and understanding. i believe, in all honesty, that this promise is made with the intention to carry on the relationship to eternity, or at least as much of it as can be had in a lifetime, and to breakup would be analogous to conceding that we were liars to begin with and should never had made that promise. so are we liars?
are relationships merely expandable friendships?
Perhaps, breakups are perceived as nothing more than a convenience in the eyes to many...
