And we sang one we know

People spend their whole life looking for the spark between themselves and another person. The spark that makes them feel alive, the spark that excites them. It is believed to be something that makes them want to go out and experience things. A spark that hopefully makes them brave and daring enough to take chances. To love and be loved.

I've seen people do a lot of things to look for, or to sustain, or to get back that spark. Money being spent, emotions being played, friendship being sacrificed just for the sake of the spark.
It makes me ask myself: is it worth it?
Well that's the fucking problem.
I don't really know.

If people are willing to do a lot of things for it, risking everything for this spark, it must be worth a fucking lot. However, it's just a concept. An idea that has been planted in our head. How do we know that what everyone feels is the same thing? Just because what every one feels sorta fits the description, does that mean everyone is experiencing THE spark? Does it even exist?

Say I saw a guy walking past me few seconds ago, a gorgeous handsome guy and my heart skipped a bit, is that a spark? No? Because that was such a shallow way of looking at a guy? Well how the fuck can you tell? You are not me. You do not know what I felt few seconds ago.. So what makes you think that you have the right to judge whether it's a spark or not? And because I have not experienced it before, how do I know that it was indeed a spark?
See, the need to label what one feels annoys the fuck out of me. At the same time, the inability to explain what one feel makes me feel unsettled as well.
But that is besides the point. My point is, even if it happens, how do you know that it's it?

Oh and one more thing, as it is called a spark, isn't it in its nature to last only for a split second? What happens after that then?