When I look around me, all I see is love. And where I don’t see love, I see those who are desperately searching for love. Everyone wants to find that one person who makes them feel whole, their other half. Many have said that the world would be meaningless without the love of another, but I can’t help but wonder: do we really need love?
I mean sure, love is great, and it comes in many, many forms. When I was young, I loved my family and friends, and as I grew older, I found that love can extend beyond that. I have loved and been in love many times throughout my young life, and while it may be an amazing and wonderful feeling that almost nothing else in this material world could ever measure up to, I have only learned one real lesson from it: I’ve learned that love hurts.
No matter how much you love someone, it will eventually come to an end - whether the end comes from death or a break-up, love always ends in pain.
I’ve heard many times that it is better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all. But how is that any better? If you’ve never loved at all, then you’ve never felt the pain of losing – which, in my opinion, is a feeling that is only comparable to slicing your chest open, ripping out your heart and handing it over to someone else, only to watch them stomp on it until it’s a mushy mess. So why are we all so crazy about love when we all know, deep down, that we’re just going to end up getting hurt?
Love is not life, but life is about love. Not necessarily finding that one person to love, but loving yourself and your surroundings. You cannot possibly care about anyone else if you don’t care about yourself first. I guess that’s why I find it hard to understand why everyone’s so desperate to find someone else to love them. Is it because they just can’t love themselves and therefore they feel they must find their “soul mate” to give their lives meaning? It’s just all so confusing to me. So many people pretend to be something they’re not and would never want to be just to attract that special someone that makes them feel like they can be themselves. Maybe I’m crazy, but that just doesn’t seem right. I can honestly say that I would rather spend one hundred years searching for myself and doing what makes me happy than spend a single day having to wonder whether or not someone really cares about me, only to have to spend a thousand more worrying about if their love is true or if they’re cheating on me and when I’ll end up hurt and alone again.
People are so concerned about being loved by that one special person that they’re blind to the fact that they’re loved by so many others. No, it may not be that head over heels, weak in the knees kind of love, but it is love nonetheless. The people around you, the ones that have always been there and always will… that’s love in its purest form. So why is it so hard to appreciate and just be happy with the love you have?
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