Love is…
A mistake of creation and a mistake of evolution.

Whether you believe in a higher power or think our origins can be explained through science, let’s agree with this: Love is a mistake. Who(or what)ever designed the concept of love made a mistake.

First, what is love to you?

To me, it’s seeing someone and feeling your heart beat like it’s never beaten before.

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To me, it’s imagining a life together with that someone. It’s imagining that you and the object of your desires are destined to be together, forever. You just feel, you know, that it’s meant to be.

To me, it’s the feeling that you absolutely will not mind doing anything for this person. You want to see that person happy.

But, one day, I saw this quote on a random YouTube video and it hit home:

“One day, whether you are 14, 28, or 65, you will meet someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find–is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.”

Beau Taplin

It’s sad, but understandable. You see, when we really, really love someone we will do whatever is necessary to win them over.

And that is why we don’t get them in the end. Going out of your way to get the girl or guy is a turnoff. We, innately, don’t want to be with someone who comes across as desperate. It’s unattractive.

Instead, we may tie the knot with someone we don’t truly love. We spend decades of our lives with someone while thinking about the one that got away.

On the scale of human history, marriage was never really about love. It was more of an assignment. You were literally assigned a person to wed and breed with. It sounds gross by modern standards, but arranged marriages were the norm for millenia.

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Love was never meant to be part of marriage. Love was never meant to bind two people. Marriage was meant to be about having and raising children with both parents involved. The same principle (more or less) still holds true today: Love and marriage just aren’t compatible. We don’t spend our lives with the ones we love.

Love is a hindrance.

I met a lady, many moons ago. It was love at first sight. Obviously, the feeling wasn’t mutual. I haven’t seen her in years and her face has become a blur. But I still remember her name, and I remember…her.

Of what good is love but a hindrance? Love is a chemical accident in the brain. It serves no purpose but to distact, numb, and break.

Love is…

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