I don't think that it's as hard as it seems. And despite the hard times that is thrown our way... I think that it's supposed to be easy. It's supposed to be natural. You shouldn't have to try.
Love is the basis of life. It's pure magic. It's key to survival. Without it what would be the point? The beauty and clarity it divides and amplifies would dissolve into nothing. A profound nothingness. An empty nothingness. What would be the purpose of that?
And even though it has been said by many alike and different. Many cynical and unbelieving, I believe it. But I'm not so sure that I believe what they say. Why would something so beautiful, pure, and radiant be so hard to come by? Instead of it being dangled in front of us like a tease why can't we just reach for it? Maybe we're the cause of our own unhappiness and destruction. Maybe we are set on self destruct and we detonate and try to blame it on someone, anything else. Fate. Design. No, it's you. It's us.
Life isn't about fairness or being dealt the right hand. Sometimes we get really crappy hands, really hard and tough ones to work with. But how would we know strength if we weren't tested? Sometimes life is a struggle, sometimes our hope falters, sometimes we get the best of each other and sometimes we get the worst. Sometimes we give the best of ourselves and are given the worst of others. Sometimes we have to crawl and dig our way out of the holes that we've made just to see what it is we are really made of. Sometimes we have to test ourselves. Sometimes it's about making a simple decision or maybe even making a really hard one. Sometimes we get it right, but a lot of times we get it wrong with the best intentions. But we have to keep trying. Keep proving to ourselves that we can do it just because we can.
But out of everything hard in this world and easy to give up on, I think love should be the most simple, and yet the hardest to give up on. I think we owe not only each other, but ourselves that. Even when we have to fight for it, the fighting even at it's most hopeless should be easy if it's something that we really want. With love we can tear down walls and build new ones for better days. Hopeful, bright days. It's a short ride down, but a long way back up. We'll get there. We'll make it. We will free ourselves with our eyes open for the first time in ages. And throughout the ages of folklore, fairytales, broken hearts, and dragons and time we will remain.
And even when the fight feels long, and our hands tremble, and our feet feel weak, we will know that it will all be worth it in the end. Because love can strengthen us again just as it can kill us. And if it does kill us? Oh, it's a beautiful death.
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