Jump

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I think it’s quite ironic that most people try to make sense of what love is, when love is really supposed to be something easy. But we portray it as something tragic and unattainable, and something that could lead to our ultimate downfall. We question its existence, its power, and even our capability to acquire it for ourselves and for other people.

Maybe it’s the circumstances which surround love that make us believe that it’s horrible - the fickle nature of humans when one decides to lose emotion for the other or love someone else, the universe’s wrong timing, proving that two people are not right for one another - when love in itself is actually crazily beautiful.

I know that these circumstances can’t be exclusive of love. And they aren’t that simple either, because life just isn’t. But if we’re lucky, these circumstances can actually go according to our wishes. They can help make us better people. They would come and evolve at the right place and at the right time.

These circumstances would lead to a love that is right, that is nurturing and that is perfect in its own way.

Perhaps it’ll come after a horrible break-up. Or the death of a loved one. Or a time when we’ve decided to give up. Maybe this love never come, and that should be fine too.

But maybe we’ll be ready when it does.