Everyone you date is teaching you a lesson.
But more often than not, that lesson has something to do with becoming a fuller, more integrated human being.
And I don’t mean that in a “You complete me” kinda way.
I mean it in a “You trigger my unhealed wounds and reflect back to me the fears and unmet needs of my childhood” way.
Yeah, I know… decidedly less romantic.
But I’m not selling candygrams over here.
The truth is brutally beautiful.
Love is hard.
But I believe love is the only carrot the universe could dangle in front of our faces enticing enough to propel us through the most difficult self-realizations in life.
People will trudge through a mile of shit for love.
Lose themselves and find themselves for love.
Put off suicide just one more day thinking love might still be an option for them.
It’s like gravity. Strong enough to bend light and warp the space-time fabric of our existence.
Love is not the cute little box of chocolates you might think it is.
Love has come to teach you the hardest lessons you will ever learn.
And it is not fucking around.