Subaru
If you’ve met me, then you’ve probably have heard the word ‘love’.
And if you know me, you know the reason behind it, or at least, part of the reason.
I’m sure everyone has heard the slogan of the car company, Subaru.
Love. That’s what makes a Subaru a Subaru.
My parents think it’s something I’ll grow out of, that I’ll find a new company that I’ll like.
But for now, I stick by Subaru.
They know what their product is made of, physically, and abstractly. They know what makes their product their product.
Many don’t know what they themselves are made of, or even know their purpose.
But the car has a purpose, to transport.
The car is made of metal, mostly.
The car is the car because of the love.
The love you have when you spend that extra buck for the car wash.
The love you have for your kids when you drive them to school.
The love you have for yourself, knowing there are risks out there, and you’d rather go through them with a Subaru.
Yeah, I guess the motto means quite a bit more to me than you.
I love Subaru.
I love what makes a Subaru a Subaru.
I love ‘love’.
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Hello.
Hello.
You probably don’t know how I could possibly say this after everything we’ve been through. After everything that’s been said and done. After monologues of things I’ve never desired to hear. After you said goodbye.
And I respond with hello.
Hello to your goodbye. Hello to a life without you. Hello to the stars I finally get to see after you faded away. Hello is cheers to a new life.
You probably will never read this part. So there’s no response after my hello.
The life without you doesn’t welcome me, the stars I said hello to don’t welcome me either. I’m starting to wonder if I ever should have said hello.
But yet I welcome the stars, just as I lovingly welcomed you years ago.
And neither of you respond.
But I suffer from optimism.
So yet again, I say
Hello.
Tragic
Dear Diary,
Love. Love brings pain to others, happiness to some. Some never lose their faith in one day finding it, and some do. The meaning of love to different people was different, although it had one thing in common.
But now it has changed. Love is now a terrible word, almost a bad as the f word, and now means when someone was in depression, sadness, anything tragic, really. It was too vague.
It is stupid, I think, because I knew what this word was created to mean. That someone is bound to someone else, with admiration, looking beyond all flaws of the other.
My friend, Lola, is recovering from a tragic injury. Or should I say that she was recovering from love?
It’s funny because before now one would say love is tragic, especially when recovering from a heartbreak. But now love is truly tragic. No one wants to be in love.
What’s weird is that there’s no word replacing love anymore, it just simply is a feeling, a feeling that I couldn’t explain prior to this change, a feeling that no one can explain now. It goes unspoken.
I don’t know how to go about this tragic debacle. Or shall I say lovely debacle? Feelings don’t need to have words, feelings don’t need to placed into words to know how to feel, right?
One now simply says, “I care for you.” Not love you. And over time loves original meaning will be forgotten. Caring for is not the same as loving. Just like squares and rectangles.
I suppose I could attempt to explain to all the townspeople that love is simply not tragic to some, and to others it is. And whoever made you believe otherwise was going through serious heartbreak.
I suppose I would be killed as Galileo, for the elders burnt all books and killed all the people, except for me. Leaving behind little to no evidence of love, of the real love.
This entry will be enough, methinks. No one can bestow their anger on me after I die. The word love, is simply a word to express more than “caring for”, more along the lines of “dying for.”
I guess I’m trying to say I love the original word for love. For now, there is no opposite of hate. Now the highest level of liking someone is caring for another.
This entry means that I’d die for the word love. Meaning that I love it. I hope it is understood. For soon, if this is found while I am still living, I would be executed.
~ Amaris (9/27/2091), Mars
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A World Without Mondays
Some might think
That a world without a Monday
Is a world that’s missing one stressful day
The day you realize that you have to go back to work
But I think
That a world without a Monday
Is impossible
Tuesday would become the new ‘Monday’
All our Monday holidays would be moved to Tuesday
People would be stressed out
Why? Tuesday would feel like Monday
The feeling of Monday will never fade
But some might think
That a world without a Monday
Is a world that’s missing one stressful day
But there will a always be a stressful day
Even if Monday is removed from the week
Monday’s spirit lives on