This little subject has been hanging in my head for quite a while. This subject comes to me as quite a paradox. It comes to me as a juxtaposed contradiction that sticks out.
Realism or being realistic requires one to be objective, rational and evaluating the options for oneself. Putting everything through ones head, one then attempts to come up with the best option for oneself. Being realistic takes away the essence of idealism and dreams. Being realistic requires oneself to not be caught in the lower plateau. Being realistic means to choose the best situation in relation to oneself to further one's ends. Being realistic is about seeking proof to a faith.
Love on the other hand, is all about forebearance, tolerance, sacrifice, endurance, faith and belief. To love, one dares to seek the ideal, one dares to dream. To love, one believes that love comes full circle and fulfils it's own. Love manifests as passion burning like a neverending flame, a willing flame that burns oneself just to warm that which is beloved. Love is not about self but total unself. Love is sometimes to seek the lower plateau so as to elevate that which is beloved. Love is having faith without proof.
I do believe that love requires it to tempered with practicality. I also believe that a realistic mind requires a measure of counter balance with love.
Alas, we're always caught in between. In being human, we're a walking tug-of-war, between the head and heart.
Who else but a human, will ever understand something as contradicting as "realistic love"?
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