Love. It's the one thing we all seek out in life. Whether it's romantic, familial, or spiritual, we all crave it. It's like a drug. Society treats love like the most fantastic thing ever, but in reality, it's one of the most terrifying things we'll ever come in contact with.
Before you call me crazy, think about it. Love, of every kind, makes us our most vulnerable. When we're in love, real love, all of our guards are down. We've let someone or something into the most private part of our being: our heart. Once someone is allowed in, they're never really able to leave. A piece of them always remains within us, and becomes a part of us.
In order for love to be meaningful, it has to be risky. There's the always impending doom of loss that accompanies love. It doesn't matter how we end up losing the thing that we love, regardless, it's the most painful experience we'll ever have to endure. We can distract ourselves from the loss on occasion, but we'll always end up being reminded of it somehow. The reminder can hurt more than the initial loss. Because the shock has worn off, reality has set in, the person or thing that you loved is gone; and in most cases, it's gone forever.
Even though there is so much at stake when it comes to love, we all do it. At one point or another, every single one of us will love. That love may be brief or everlasting. No matter it's duration, eventually it will leave us. Are we all just insane? We open our hearts up even though we know that eventually a piece of us will be ripped away.
I guess that ever-present loss gives our love value. Gives that love a purpose. Life wouldn't be worth living without risk. Life would be meaningless with out love. If we were allowed to keep the things we loved forever, we would lose sight of their value. It's human nature to become greedy. We all are greedy with those we love. When it comes time for our love to leave us, we fight it with all of our being. We reject it and pretend it's not real. Eventually we come to terms with it, but on occasion we're reminded of our loss.
That reminder tears us up inside, but at the same time, that pain is comforting. That pain means that our love was real. That pain means that we're still here, and we have time to share what remains of our heart with others. I think that's the real purpose of life, to open our hearts as much as possible. The more open and generous we are with our hearts, the more pain we'll have to endure. But that pain is always preceded with love. And love makes everything worth while.
Lindsey. Twenty-Five. Currently pursuing a degree in Professional Writing & Film Studies.