Strike

by Ross Levere, a scriptwriter who has had a series of deeply unsatisfying jobs and is currently working for the shoe department in Burtons. He graduated with a degree in Film History and writes because he has to, with a burning desire that won't ever be quenched until his goal has been reached.


Love, it seems, can strike any one of us in the most unlikely of situations. Everyday activities such as shopping, driving or socializing present us with a unique opportunity for that mischievous little sprite known to many as Cupid to strike our emotions with the rather alien emotion of love. Before such an affliction we have only ourselves to think for, our own actions to answer to and the love of our families to strive for. Yet when that perilous archer targets us we lose all sense of direction, life is thrown into disarray and before long we are enamored with someone whom only the year previous had been little more than a stranger. Now it is possible to see the future, marriage, children and old age coupled with a responsibility to long distant grandchildren whose youthful antics remind us both of years then past. In such a state it is common for promises to be made that are rather whimsical, for one does not assertively state that love lasts only until death when it is preferable to imagine a blissful afterlife spent forever in the company of our beloved. The predictions made in times of hardship designed only to calm our imaginations when fortune appears to have left us cold are taken as poison by those impatiently awaiting for this proposed golden age to arrive. Faith, it appears, is everything and nothing when in love and should be eradicated rather than embraced for it is always better to live in a warm house than dreaming of one whilst shivering.

As pure as love can be, whether it be platonic, emotional or with your very soul, there remains always the threat of other people. Those around us who do not understand the love you feel and judge only from outward appearances the actions of those involved. Too often do our friends, families and colleagues inquire as to our very personal relationships before passing comment after hearing but one side of an argument, dispute or proposal. Advice is all too often generic in its intentions, designed to apply to all who seek it rather than the individuals who ask of it. Mothers are tarred with the gifts of flowers, chocolates or bath salts whilst fathers are blessed with tools, alcohol or music popular during their youth. Loved ones are rarely fortunate enough to receive a gift from the heart, a present that will directly pierce their soul and affirm their assertions that you are their one true love.

My advice, when love takes you, accept the inevitable, embrace the future and revel in the present for it is here that we live and breathe. The past serves only to remind us of lessons learned, days well spent and hopes long abandoned. The future is something none of us can know and we must all venture into blindly, even the richest man can become poor and the loneliest man popular, we make it what it is.