Im a sucker for romance. I love love. I love the deep, daring, logic defying nature of romance. The rose colored glasses. The exaggerated beauty, the surety, the boldness. It’s why I love opera and Shakespeare.
Romance means different things to different people. There’s a quote “there are plenty of mediocre things in life, love shouldn’t be one of them.” Romance is not, at its core mediocrity. We are told it can be bought, but it can’t.
Romance is monetized and redefined by media, this is nothing new. Fairy tales and Disney have taken their toll, but if we look beyond all the advertising, there is something deep and real and magical about what we call romance. It’s raw and vulnerable. The unexplainable eruption of emotion. Movies have tried to create it, and have done a fair job in some cases, but the true essence of romance, is organic on one hand, ethereal on the other. It’s like a connection to the cosmos.
Romance is like an electrical spark, a flash of lightning, a surge of power in love’s most undeniable form. it can’t last for long, but can be rekindled, remembered, appreciated.
Art, music, theatre and film find ways to depict it and emote a little, but the actual thing we call romance, is the inspiration. Art tries to capture the uncapturable, and often, does a nice job of retelling, recalling in some cases, and we humans, many of us, eat it up!
The last thing I want to say on this topic, is that romance can be more than just two lovers. It can be a sports team winning against all odds and bringing tears of joy to the most unlikely, tough hearted fan. Romance I think, is pure joyfulness encased in love, fleeting, memorable, and real, without being tangible.
Peace Kit 