I have always believed in the common good. I have always believed that what is the best for both parties with equal sacrifice is what’s right. But then lately I think I am being proven wrong, because in the realm of love and suffering, the line between giving and accepting seems to be non-existent. When we love, we love. There are no questions as to how or why. Or better yet, no answer would suffice how or why. I have read so many attempts to explain love from the simplest to the most philosophical means possible. Have they ever been able to describe even half of what you feel when you love someone? I think words were not created to explain or describe it. Feelings were. We feel love, we don’t explain it. Isn’t that why expressing love does not solely rely on those that which come from your mouth?
Sometimes, we judge people for loving and caring. But can we? Really? How can someone possibly prevent it from happening if it is bound to anyway? People will be inlove no matter how far they are from each other. However, I think that there are the actions we take, that naturally attract consequences, which people may judge as good or bad. Love may come at surprising and inconvenient times. Loving someone, is never wrong. Acting on it , however, sometimes challenges moral and societal grounds we civilized beings established. Can you really stop yourself? Wanting to be loved back is natural. There are times when love becomes a liability, what do you do then? Will you be contented with just loving, and not be loved back? For some, it is enough. I would not say it is stupid, or that it is the noblest, but it is love, and love is inexplicable.
So you chose the right thing, then what? You cry your heart out, not because you regret it, but because it is extremely difficult to accept that it is what’s right. Selfishness. Can we accuse someone hurting of selfishness? Wouldn’t you do anything in your own power to abort whatever it is that’s burning you to ashes? Yet at what price? Maybe, it is comforting, but then sometimes we forget to think about the other half of the story. What about them? Should we let them bleed to death while we save ourselves from absolute misery? We cannot judge the choices made. Because when people hurt to the point of blindness, they see nothing but suffering. They want nothing but consolation.
Listening to a friend, I felt this fear, of feeling, of loving, of hurting. I’ve been through all that, and it felt like hell. Am I prepared to possibly plunge into that place again? See that’s the catch, it’s a gamble. And a good gambler knows that losing is a part of the game, and if you are not prepared to lose, you don’t belong. But then you witness a single moment where that smile of sincere joy comes from just seeing the person they love makes you wonder. How can something which brings so much darkness provide contentment, and genuine happiness? It’s a weird world we live in. Humans. We love, we suffer, we love, we sacrifice, we love, we endure, we love, we smile. Funny, isn’t it? How a simple thing, sometimes even trivial, can reflect the a most mysterious thing known to man.