I used to think that love was all about finding happiness and beauty from the things around you. Uncontrollable smiles and grace and joy at all times. But what I discovered is that’s not love, that’s admiration. Putting something up on a pedestal constantly hoping it doesn’t fall. Every mistake teetering the idol, bringing it closer to falling and shattering. I mistook control for love in my own mind, subconsciously begging the things around me to stay the same, to be absolutely perfect. I fell in love with nature for the fresh scent of trees would always fill my lungs with purity and music would always make my soul at ease. But today I recognized what love really is. Love is knowing someone can leave at any time and likely will leave someday yet giving them your heart and soul anyways. Love is taking risks for the sake of temporary happiness whether that happiness lasts a day, a week, a month, or a lifetime.
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