No.
As you strain your ears over a fuzzy radio, peel your drums through thick headsets; no, you will not find the answer there. You throw your ears away - you've had enough of silly love songs, you say.
Tell me.
Tell me - how do you save a life?
You may thrust those tangy bouyant rings into those rocky waves of the human mind; yes, you may even cup those clammy hands together in an attempt to pump a sliver of life into those icy eyes: one. two. three. collapse. pant. wheeze. gulp down some water. continue.
Oh, no.
It is love, my friend.
(you blink.)How do you save a life?
Love.
Oh yes. This crazy little thing called love; that shakes all over like a jellyfish (as I quote Elvis) - it is essential, believe it or not, to our survival. To be without love would equal to being without soul; an empty, garish shell encasing our dank minds, so fed-up, so lonely, so unloved.
Hark, tell me of anything greater than this gift - this blessing bestowed upon a cursed mankind. As babies reach out to mothers, wives to husbands and friends to their friends; do you not see it? Can you not see the love; so intangible and sweet in the musty air, so thick and comforting with its sugary warmth.
Think not only of us humans: think about those inanimate beings so dearly loved - a ragged doll, a split guitar, a crate of dusty books, a wrinkled pair of booties - these things so precious, so safe within our spheres of unfathomable love.
What is life, if not about love? Some of us live to find a soul mate, others live for their loved ones. Some live for their precious dreams and a few more live for their love of money.
Love - see again how you cannot escape it. It lingers in the air like vestiges of smoke from the turkey grill; so pleasant and gratifying with its warm heart and soothing oitments to soothe battered souls.
Then think of love again - this gift so wonderfully deceiving that ensares our minds within isolated cages of blissful ignorance.
Heartbreak may seem so foolishly juvenile - laugh as you may, you start to wonder, if there could exist anything as cruel as love. As fast as it pulls at your heartstrings, it wrenches your soul away - cry not, Love says as she snarls time and again, for you will find someone better, someone who loves you even more.
We are all slaves of love, are we not? Be it as friends, sisters, brothers, wives, husbands - we serve Love and Love serves no one else but herself, this harsh entity that entraps us in her ensnaring tentacles. Call it meritocracy; she says that in her paradise, there is no victory without sacrifice.
So indeed, we pay for those whom we love. Could there be anything more heartbreaking? To suffer for love, to sacrifice the things most important to us for love. For every ounce of love (indeed, it is measured) you pay with a pound of flesh from your heart.
Love tortures us - if so, to only bring us the utmost of joys, to bless us with the most blissful moments of our little lives.
And for that, we can forgive her.
I bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughing at the rain
Little out of touch; a little insane
Just easier than dealing with the pain.
- Soul Asylum