I wrote about 800 words on my love for paper books. Too many words? If you say so. Too few? Probably. And that’s love. As I mentioned in the intro to my post, anything that is fueled by the L word will make you do crazy stuff.
Why does anyone love anything?
Think about it: why do you love the things you love? Try to answer that question in a clear and logical way.
It’s hard, right? But just because you can’t write a detailed list about why you love what you love doesn’t mean the love is any less real.
Take my love of paper books for example. I love those print monsters. I have quite a collection of them, and every time I pack up and move somewhere new I have to carry them around. Any of you who have had to pack and carry boxes full of books know how deceivingly heavy they are. My collection is strictly based on personal value. I’ve gotten rid of books I never read or didn’t like. There’s no use in keeping things that don’t add to your life — especially when you have to literally carry them around. So the print bricks I carry made the cut, they are those I actually care for.
But that’s love, right? It makes us do silly, silly things.
(Originally posted, in its entirety, on Thought Catalog)
Did I just quote myself? I believe I did, but don’t hold it against me. My point here is not to inflate my ego, but to ramble a bit more about love.
Think about some of your best relationships. Think about those people who you truly, deeply love. Now ask yourself, Has it been easy? Has your relationship been all love, all day every day?
If you are like me, those relationships have travelled unfinished dirt roads, thunder storms, and rando hitchhickers who are nothing but trouble.
Love is hard. Sometimes, love is beyond hard. We know how hard it can be, how much it can cause us, and yet we stay with it. We stick with that person, even though it’s almost never perfect. We stick with it because it doesn’t have to be. It’s real.
This is why robots can’t love. This is why computers can’t love. To love, you have to be somewhat illogical. You need to follow a code that allows for some nonsensical things to happen.
But here’s the super-power we experience during the best of times. Love runs off of a different sort of battery. We tap into an energy supply that doesn’t abide by the rules of physics. It has its own momentum, its own strength. Thanks to this phenomena that not even Neil deGrasse Tyson can explain, we do extraordinary things when fueled by it.
We forgive horrors, we push away pain, we heal others when we ourselves need healing, and we see the forest, not the trees. We persevere.
So yeah, love can make us do silly silly things. Some have gone as far as calling it a psychological disorder. But because of its rogueness it can push us into super-human territory, where we go beyond what we thought was possible, and we feel and do beyond ourselves.
Seems like a fair trade to me.