Get Your Armour

I was listening to little miss Jordin Sparks on the way back from work, and while I usually mock pop songs... her song Battlefield has some truth to it. Granted I don't endorse what I can only assume is a mock battlefield music video of how you can still look sexy while fighting a war, interspersed with vocal up-close shots and hot make-out scenes... na... that's not real. But I will tell you what IS real...

Love does feel like a battlefield. I look around me and see myself and others covered in war wounds, while in the heat of practically slaying those we love. Why? I like her lyric that says "I never meant to start a war..." I've had that happen where I just start talking, everything is ok, and the next thing I know, WAR! So like she said... better go and get your armor. Why are love and hate so closely intertwined? Why do the people closest to us also tend to be the ones that hurt us the deepest? What hope is there for love and life?

I live in a hot tumult of single, pulsated, dilated emotion. Provo, Utah. Multiply that by my age and tension builds to extrapolate the problem. I have friends, roommates, and acquaintances that are fighting the war right now. This second. I just walked in on one. This makes me ask the question, if the war is inevitable... then is the answer mastering the art? Is love a proverbial military academy? Or can we expect that war only accompanies evil and we need to opt out when we do go to war. Can we really make love and not war... or are they the same? I'm assuming that because Jordin Sparks sang the song she knows the answer. Maybe that will be her next song... "War What Is It Good For" I can't wait... cuz she left me with a cliffhanger...