I’m not questioning the amazing feeling you get when you think you’re falling in love with someone. I am, however, wondering what exactly it is that makes us want to fall in love (especially for those of us that have a plethora of broken-hearted memories, some of which may live on when the right subject or name is brought up). Why should we put someone so far up on a pedestal that they mean more to you than yourself? One of the worst feelings a person can endure is realizing you mean absolutely nothing to the person that means the most to you.
Could love possibly trigger the manifestation of otherwise unrecognized insecurities in our heads? That would prove to be another downfall in the concept of love. Is there some kind of void that needs to be filled with the affection of another? It’s your own decisions in life that make you the happiest. That certainly doesn’t require the presence of another, although there is no denying that good things never feel as good without someone to share them with. There is such a thin line between love and hate. You could easily fall in love with someone but as soon as you’re dissatisfied with something they say or do comes a feeling of rage and hate. So in the end, is the heartache and pain really worth the moments of pleasure, satisfaction or the chance of maybe finding “the one?” Seems to me, these days love has become a dirty word used to reel in the weak and set up for disappointment. Is it really a chance worth taking?