I had an epiphany.
When we say someone is easy to love, it's because we already love them.
But then it makes me have to ask, when we know someone is hard to love and even when we ourselves have a hard time loving them but still stick around, low and high waters be damned, what is that?
The thing I do not dare to open up about is the thing I want to clear my head about.
Love is something that makes me want to run if only because it is so sacrificial, and in my experience, makes one give even things of past, present and future that he/she is not willing to sacrifice or lose at all.
Many things are done in the name of this so called great love. Hurting others, even one self. It brings up things like bitterness, resentment and hate when one is forced to give up what goes against one's heart to give up.
So then, why fight for love?
Sometimes, I wonder if caring is enough. But keeping on giving because it's right and keeping yourself hurting because there are times when you want to stop but you have to ignore what you feel so you could keep giving...is it plain stubbornness or foolishness or still love?
It really makes me ask this arrogant question. If that is love, then why even want it?
(P.S. A reminder that love isn't limited to the romantic kind, and comes in many forms. Family, work, friendship, social, etc.)
But then it makes me have to ask, when we know someone is hard to love and even when we ourselves have a hard time loving them but still stick around, low and high waters be damned, what is that?
The thing I do not dare to open up about is the thing I want to clear my head about.
Love is something that makes me want to run if only because it is so sacrificial, and in my experience, makes one give even things of past, present and future that he/she is not willing to sacrifice or lose at all.
Many things are done in the name of this so called great love. Hurting others, even one self. It brings up things like bitterness, resentment and hate when one is forced to give up what goes against one's heart to give up.
So then, why fight for love?
Sometimes, I wonder if caring is enough. But keeping on giving because it's right and keeping yourself hurting because there are times when you want to stop but you have to ignore what you feel so you could keep giving...is it plain stubbornness or foolishness or still love?
It really makes me ask this arrogant question. If that is love, then why even want it?
(P.S. A reminder that love isn't limited to the romantic kind, and comes in many forms. Family, work, friendship, social, etc.)
