" You will find in this world everything you need, if you are willing to let go of other people's approval as the primary source for your spiritual nutrition."
The human mind loves to make us the recipient of unnecessary suffering, doesn’t it? I may have failed my high school maths, but I can surely do better when it comes to the mathematics of romantic love. Why do we suck at love? Because we shoot ourselves in the foot from day 1. Instead of keeping both our minds and our feet in this so called reality, we jump non sense head first into the realm of fantasy.
The sad truth is that sooner or later, real life won’t match up to our fairytale stories. Putting our blind trust into the uncertain hands of attachments and expectations is such a risky move. This isn’t to say that human beings are not to be trusted. Yet the fact is that we are such complex creatures that are prone to change our minds all the god damn time. It doesn’t help that no one ever taught us that love isn’t a feeling, but a daily choice.
We buy into a dream that doesn’t exist, thinking that romantic love is to equate bliss. Love isn’t a linear thing. It isn’t a “follow step A-B-C to ace the recipe.” It’s such a complex and difficult endeavour that if Hollywood movies were to portray it at such, we probably would have given up on the idea of pursuing it altogether. We don’t love to love. We love to be loved. And that may just be where we fuck ourselves up the most. Because right here and there, our idea of love is conditional. “I love you so long as you love me too.” “My love for you is dependent of your love for me.” “Stop loving me and you better believe that I’ll stop loving you too!”
Our Love is tied to the object of our Love. If the latter disappears, what are we left with? An empty love that doesn't love us back? Fuck that shit! We deserve better than this! We want the real deal and nothing less! We don’t ever seem to learn. We’re professional romanticizers, glorifying every domain of life is our favorite hobby. From work, to marriage, to travels, to parenthood, we love to paint the perfect picture. Life will never measure up, as our expectations are nothing short of fucked.
