Love Hurts

It is February 15, the day after Valentines Day. A day I think should just be another day, but still I see soooooooo many people that get depressed about it. It's just a day, there is no magic in it. It's been made to celebrate love and lovers. Great. It was originally more like a Martin Luther King type thing (and who really pays attention to that anymore? OK, yes you in the back...I see you. Shush.). In any case I thought I might sit down (instead of clean), and give this a little public thought.

Addendum 6/13/2021 - We should celebrate the life Martin Luther King Jr. I have always loved that man, and I think a lot of us could use a person like him in our lives today.

For as long as I can read back, for as forward as I can see, love hurts. If it doesn't you are doing it wrong. Tack an "unconditional" on that and it can be down right devastating. We as human beings were made to survive. I don't care what theology you happen to subscribe to, we were built to struggle, invade, and thrive. Why does a person lose everything they have overnight chose to live on the street, rather then just put an end to it? Why do we cry until we are angry enough to do something to change the world? Because it is what we were made to do.

I am getting off topic here. Right now, you either are in love, want to be in love, or never want to hear the word love again. Some of you are quick to the game, you love everyone and everything and you say so. The rest of us don't use such powerful words unless we mean them. Neither is wrong. If I am honest, there are a lot of things and people that I love. I struggle to say so because in my mind, to say you love something is to allow it to hurt you.

I've been shown time and time again that love is not something you should enter lightly. I am not talking about loving the way your dinner tastes, or the smell of your new car, or even the platonic love of a good friend or family member. I am talking about passion, fire, putting you soul on the balance for something that is completely overwhelming and not completely sane. I for the sake of my own privacy, will not go into how I have seen and felt the devastating power of love, but I will tell you I speak from experience.

Again I state that it hurts. You might ask, "Why do it if it hurts?" The answer is simple. After time we forget the pain, and remember how that person made us feel. We remember how bright everything was and we long for that again. Some of us are actually addicted to that feeling, we will do, or say anything to enter that state of being. If you've ever known that friend that has incredibly short relationships one after the other, chances are, they are either highly unlucky in love, or addicted to the chemical imbalance. ​

Oh yes, it is a chemical imbalance, my friends. It is an electric impulse giving you an injection of endorphins and adrenaline. Why do you think your heart races, and you become short of breath when you run into that special someone? It's a drug, really. A high like nothing else in the world. The most potent "legal" high you can find.

You may sit there wondering, why this crazy woman is waxing philosophical about love. Well, I was sitting her, obsessing over several things and I was wondering. If you knew, or remembered how much love could hurt. If you could see proof that it would hurt. Would you still do it? I'd like to think I would.

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