I was in math today and I wrote a poem about how productivity is love's enemy. Love is such a sought after emotion, even though it is often ignored as a commitment. Artists try to capture love while posters try to coin love and writers try to explain love. Teenage girls just want to feel love.
But when you do "find" it, it's kind of like, well shit. You can't be productive when you're in love. You've captured this feeling that scholars seek and you're supposed to stop looking into those green eyes to do homework? It just doesn't make sense.
Love clashes with society. It's hard to be constant with your homework and your studies and your job when you just want to cuddle. But it's very important to maintain who you are and stay independent. Love is great but so is having independence and accomplishing things-- plus, those things last.
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