Love is stupid, and I mean that in the best possible way.
Listen, love makes you do the dumbest things for the most wonderful reasons, but can also make you do stupid things based on reasons you think are wonderful because you're blinded by the force of it.
Love is complicated. It is complex, and weird, and wonderful, and awful, and confusing. It can make you feel like everything and nothing. Top of the world one day, and the bottom of a trash heap the next. What could I possibly say about love that hasn't already been said in every song, poem, movie, or book? I'm no love expert. I'm clearly not a troll from Frozen.
I am, however, an expert of my own feelings. Well, mostly. There are so many ways to feel love, and oftentimes, the emphasis is on only being romantically in love. The pressure to find that "true love," a person for the 'til death do us part, that soulmate is remarkably too strong. It's overbearing and tends to be the only thing associated with the word love. People fight their whole lives to feel that feeling when they've been feeling it their whole lives. Love is so much more than one person.
I've been unlucky in romantic love, or I've been lucky to even feel it at all. Depends on how you look at it. I've had my heart broken. I've put my faith into people who didn't deserve it and taken that risk only to fail more often than not. But hey, at least I tried. Some days I feel unlucky and some days I feel like taking risks makes me a stronger person. Sometimes I hate myself for always jumping in headfirst. Love is complicated, but it is fun.
I've been oh-so-lucky in every other kind of love. I've had some of the best of the best people around me. I've had people go to bat for me when I barely deserve it. But even with that luck, I've had people quit on me. I've had people forget to care. I've had people leave. Somehow, lucky is still the word I want to go with. Truth is, it doesn't matter what kind of love you feel. It's all wonderful. It will all make you crazy. It all makes you smart and stupid. It's still complicated.
Friend love has a person out here ready to fight someone just for breathing wrong. Familial love has you ready to put your whole life on the line for someone else. Pet love makes you think an animal who doesn't even talk might be the only breathing thing who truly understands you. Self-love pushes you into failure, betting on yourself anyway. It all makes you dumb, maybe blind or short-sighted, but it also makes you whole. Intertwined, it makes you stronger than you every thought you could have been. When love is present, it is beautifully uplifting.
Friend love has a person out here believing the hype about themselves. Familial love reminds you that some bonds can be bent so severely, but won't break. Pet love makes you think about how pure and simple life really is, and how easy it is to see the good in everything. Self-love pushes you into success because you bet on yourself even after failing ten times. It's that warmth. It lights you up.
Love is gorgeous. It sets you absolutely free in ways that make your life a little clearer and a little scarier. No matter what kind of love you experience, priorities change, routines change, life changes. Love has a way of settling the mess and chaos. It can take the crazy and make it calm with one glance, one touch, a smile, a laugh, a hug.
But we do tend to forget that love isn't always easy. It isn't always straight-forward and clear. Love changes things, and change is hard. It can reorganize the people and priorities in your life. It can flip everything. It also brings new stressors, new experiences, and new realities.
It can also do the most damage. It can break your heart. All of it, not just the gooey romantic stuff. Friends break up, too. Family grows up and out. Pets aren't forever. And there are times even you let yourself down. You can love everything about a person, but still lose them. You can grow apart. You can lose yourself. You can hurt and be hurt.
Love is amazing and it's not. We have to be ready for the not. We spend so much time chasing the high of love, and forgetting about the lows. We forget it could end. We forget that we could be trusting the wrong people. We forget there will be fights, failures, and it's going to be an intense amount of work. Love makes us forget it all. The highs are too good. Is it worth it? Is it a risk always worth taking? Who knows? But what feeling out there is better than love? Self-love. Friend love. Familial love. Pet love. The good stuff. The mushy stuff. The unafraid stuff.
I think it might be worth it.
Listen, love makes you do the dumbest things for the most wonderful reasons, but can also make you do stupid things based on reasons you think are wonderful because you're blinded by the force of it.
Love is complicated. It is complex, and weird, and wonderful, and awful, and confusing. It can make you feel like everything and nothing. Top of the world one day, and the bottom of a trash heap the next. What could I possibly say about love that hasn't already been said in every song, poem, movie, or book? I'm no love expert. I'm clearly not a troll from Frozen.
I am, however, an expert of my own feelings. Well, mostly. There are so many ways to feel love, and oftentimes, the emphasis is on only being romantically in love. The pressure to find that "true love," a person for the 'til death do us part, that soulmate is remarkably too strong. It's overbearing and tends to be the only thing associated with the word love. People fight their whole lives to feel that feeling when they've been feeling it their whole lives. Love is so much more than one person.
I've been unlucky in romantic love, or I've been lucky to even feel it at all. Depends on how you look at it. I've had my heart broken. I've put my faith into people who didn't deserve it and taken that risk only to fail more often than not. But hey, at least I tried. Some days I feel unlucky and some days I feel like taking risks makes me a stronger person. Sometimes I hate myself for always jumping in headfirst. Love is complicated, but it is fun.
I've been oh-so-lucky in every other kind of love. I've had some of the best of the best people around me. I've had people go to bat for me when I barely deserve it. But even with that luck, I've had people quit on me. I've had people forget to care. I've had people leave. Somehow, lucky is still the word I want to go with. Truth is, it doesn't matter what kind of love you feel. It's all wonderful. It will all make you crazy. It all makes you smart and stupid. It's still complicated.
Friend love has a person out here ready to fight someone just for breathing wrong. Familial love has you ready to put your whole life on the line for someone else. Pet love makes you think an animal who doesn't even talk might be the only breathing thing who truly understands you. Self-love pushes you into failure, betting on yourself anyway. It all makes you dumb, maybe blind or short-sighted, but it also makes you whole. Intertwined, it makes you stronger than you every thought you could have been. When love is present, it is beautifully uplifting.
Friend love has a person out here believing the hype about themselves. Familial love reminds you that some bonds can be bent so severely, but won't break. Pet love makes you think about how pure and simple life really is, and how easy it is to see the good in everything. Self-love pushes you into success because you bet on yourself even after failing ten times. It's that warmth. It lights you up.
Love is gorgeous. It sets you absolutely free in ways that make your life a little clearer and a little scarier. No matter what kind of love you experience, priorities change, routines change, life changes. Love has a way of settling the mess and chaos. It can take the crazy and make it calm with one glance, one touch, a smile, a laugh, a hug.
But we do tend to forget that love isn't always easy. It isn't always straight-forward and clear. Love changes things, and change is hard. It can reorganize the people and priorities in your life. It can flip everything. It also brings new stressors, new experiences, and new realities.
It can also do the most damage. It can break your heart. All of it, not just the gooey romantic stuff. Friends break up, too. Family grows up and out. Pets aren't forever. And there are times even you let yourself down. You can love everything about a person, but still lose them. You can grow apart. You can lose yourself. You can hurt and be hurt.
Love is amazing and it's not. We have to be ready for the not. We spend so much time chasing the high of love, and forgetting about the lows. We forget it could end. We forget that we could be trusting the wrong people. We forget there will be fights, failures, and it's going to be an intense amount of work. Love makes us forget it all. The highs are too good. Is it worth it? Is it a risk always worth taking? Who knows? But what feeling out there is better than love? Self-love. Friend love. Familial love. Pet love. The good stuff. The mushy stuff. The unafraid stuff.
I think it might be worth it.
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