The Folly of Love

Heartbreak is a mystery all on its own. It shakes you up and spits you out, wounded and bleeding, yet you yearn for more. Like a marionette mastered by a quivering heart, you follow the lead of what gave you pain hoping it would be different the following time, but it never is.

Madly, we expect the outcome to be different, because in an ideal world our heart would never have to break. Our hearts would not believe in unrequited love, and joyfully we would all adore one another and love would spread beyond the earth and into the galaxy.

Love is socially accepted, but it should not be. It’s insanity at its finest, deceiving the masses into thinking love is a healthy addiction. Love only drives us to delusion, restricting us from expressing ourselves freely, simply to impress the person we are enamored with. When did the “be yourself” mantra escape the doctrine of love?

The downward spiral from elation to devastation as a result of heartbreak would be no more if love were no longer a natural disaster, hurting everyone who fell hard from the epidemic. A disease with no cure except the need for more. Love is selfish and unbearable, desensitizing the heart and making true love slowly diminish from the mainstream. Heartbreak is the new goal, because modern love is no longer satisfying.