Is Love overrated?
One emotion. In fact a mega-emotion. It is so wonderful, beautiful. There is no greater happiness in the world than being loved. There is no greater compliment in the world than bestowing love.
Yet, why is this emotion so often the source of our sorrows? Why is the object of your love capable of inflicting the greatest pain?
Small, insignificant things, hurt. Maybe cause expectations change. And that maybe because we want it to be a certain way, progress a certain way. Its all stereotypes and clichés. But that’s what you want. If only we knew nothing of love, if we discovered it as we went along, would we be any happier?
Is love really overrated? Or do me make it so?
I wish I knew.