For one person, failure can be the boost necessary to kick one’s life into full force. For another, failure can be the final straw sending that person down a dismal and lonely tunnel. Happiness can cause some to rejoice and thank God for their good fortune, but Happiness can also cause jealousy, malice, and ultimately a most horrible betrayal. There is one emotion however, that trumps every other: Love.
Love is the emotion that makes people believe in fairy tales. It’s the emotion that is responsible for hundreds of thousands of books, movies, music, etc. Love endured empires being built and destroyed, countries ravaging each other in the name of religion, and a time and age where suspicion is easily roused. Love is what everyone is looking for…whether or not they like to admit it.
That feeling that comes with love, the one that makes you feel insecure and unsure, like there’s a gross pit in the bottom of your stomach that won’t stop churning making you feel like you’re going to hurl. Vulnerability. It is the absolute worst possible feeling ever. Being vulnerable means trusting someone else completely, maybe more than you trust yourself. It means letting someone in; letting them into your heart. I think there’s a reason God created a ribcage around the heart (besides the obvious reasons); To remind us to be cautious of who we allow to get comfy in the crevices of our most prized possession. Nevertheless we fall in love, hurdle through the different torturous levels of vulnerability, and somehow manage to get out alive.
“Love is not love until love’s vulnerable”
Human emotions are incredibly complex and fascinating, and they do a right job of making people topsy turvy and inside out…especially that silly love one. It’s the most dangerous and deceptive of all. It’s the emotion capable of causing all others; happiness, sadness, failure, rejection, excitement, lust, and joy. Like I said in a previous ramble:
“Love, was, is, and always will be God’s greatest gift and most painful curse.”