People are always trying to define the relationships of the world around them. We make rules, slogans, games yet somehow these create relationships… bonds if you will. But do the rules ever get in the way?

Often times we use the rules as an excuse to identify someone, figure them out or even label them. In life, though, we can’t be labeled yet some people insist on trying to label people. I’m not saying that I’m any better, but then I got to thinking about labels and how they affect the love in our hearts.

While we may not be romantically in love with someone we love other people in our lives. Perhaps it’s a friend who brings you tea for the crappy morning you’ve had, someone with lending an ear to listen to the problems of the world, a person that protects you from listening to your own thoughts, or a friend that acknowledges something about you many people forget. Do we label that love or is love label-less?

Are people so obsessed with labels that instead of reading the ones on clothes we now have to bear some sort of label of our very own? Could we be stuck in the middle of a choice we can’t make? I couldn’t help but wonder.

When it comes to relationships; why do we choose labels over love?

Happiness is hard to achieve because people are expected to make/find their own happiness, but after a while, with the life experience people accrue like interest at a bank, that happiness becomes difficult to find… doesn’t it? Whether it’s being caught in the drama your life created and caused someone else; finding/making your own happiness gets hard after a while. Maybe it’s hard because we haven’t found the right label for it yet.

North Carolina got obsessed with labels and look what happened; they're just as hated as Donald Trump. In the film Citizen Kane; a journalist is sent out to find the meaning of Charles Foster Kane’s last word, Rosebud. Everyone is busy trying to label the word that it seems they miss the entire reason they started searching for it... and where it comes from.

Maybe that’s what we do when we label something; give meaning to it. But if we can’t give something meaning does that mean it becomes a part of some dark void? Maybe we label things because we are afraid of what they are without a label.

During the show Sex and the City one character stood out from the rest and that was Samantha Jones. Portrayed by Kim Cattrall she was a fearless PR (Public Relations) executive who had sex with just about anything in a pair of pants, and for a brief moment in season 4 someone in a skirt. I got to thinking about her recently and thought how fearless she was to have sex with a lot of partners.

She didn't care if she was labeled a slut, floozy, tart... alright you get the picture. Perhaps she had the right idea because it seems like a much easier lifestyle to live. Sure it may be a life changing idea but do we have to forsake the idea of love in order to avoid the labels that come with love.

Perhaps we have to think of this scientifically. If we can look past the labels then perhaps we can be truly happy with the love we have. Science may not be wrong in this sense.

In the end, it seems that we can't deny the love we have or are given; so maybe we have to accept the labels and the love. Sure the labels can sting and hurt, though, we often get over them so instead, we deny that love we have. Acceptance could be the key so we can gain that happiness that we are looking for.