I Give Up On Love
As children, we are fed these fanciful notions of romance and true love. As if is meant for everyone... as if it is attainable. But we get blinded by these illusions and forget to dismiss them for what they are; fairy tales.
Reality is nothing like the Disney movie depiction of love. Chivalry is dead. All that's left is imperfect people in imperfect relationships... Some good, some bad, and all of them exhaustive. Finding love is not the tricky part, but rather keeping love. Relationships are hard work, and clearly not everyone is cut out for the toil of it all.
But that's not why I gave up on love. I'm not afraid of hard work, not when it's worth the effort. But truth is, it isn't. When you open yourself to love and all the ecstasy that comes with it, you also open yourself to the other side of the coin. You open yourself to the anguish and utter devastation that comes from losing that love. You can't have one without the other. Euphoria at the risk of ruination. That's not a gamble I'm willing to make again. I'd much rather sacrifice all the joy I felt to never feel all the pain again. I'd much rather feel nothing at all.
After all, love is not enough, we as complex sentient being require more than connection and companionship. I'd venture to find the rest of what I need instead and give up on the fools-notion of love. I don't need a prince to come save me from my apathetic existence. Perchance I can find happiness elsewhere, perhaps love was never meant for me.
Reality is nothing like the Disney movie depiction of love. Chivalry is dead. All that's left is imperfect people in imperfect relationships... Some good, some bad, and all of them exhaustive. Finding love is not the tricky part, but rather keeping love. Relationships are hard work, and clearly not everyone is cut out for the toil of it all.
But that's not why I gave up on love. I'm not afraid of hard work, not when it's worth the effort. But truth is, it isn't. When you open yourself to love and all the ecstasy that comes with it, you also open yourself to the other side of the coin. You open yourself to the anguish and utter devastation that comes from losing that love. You can't have one without the other. Euphoria at the risk of ruination. That's not a gamble I'm willing to make again. I'd much rather sacrifice all the joy I felt to never feel all the pain again. I'd much rather feel nothing at all.
After all, love is not enough, we as complex sentient being require more than connection and companionship. I'd venture to find the rest of what I need instead and give up on the fools-notion of love. I don't need a prince to come save me from my apathetic existence. Perchance I can find happiness elsewhere, perhaps love was never meant for me.
