Love is a Bitch

Love is a bitch.

Seriously, it is. Through accounts and experiences of the people that matter so much to me, I'm realizing that love really is a bitch. It's difficult, takes patience, utmost care, attention, and faith. Blind faith. The kind of faith that when let down will spit in your face. You know, the "told you so's". Can't never have enough of those. That was sarcastic, if you didn't catch my drift.

Love conceives paranoia, fear, insecurities, doubts. That's why it becomes difficult to choose love over any of the feelings that are better than what is encompassing your being in that moment. At the same time, though, love will hold you up, satisfy you, complete you, fulfill your inner being. Love is paradoxical. How far will your strength take you? If you're not strong enough to fight, does that mean your love isn't pure? Ah, too many questions.

What about the answers? I want an answer. I'm sick of waiting. I'm sick of people losing faith, seeing hearts being broken, seeing lives torn, souls hurt. Argh. We strive for something we know we might never get. I've heard the saying "God is love". What does that mean? I don't quiet get it. Does that mean that if I don't believe in God, I don't believe in love. No. Because love is universal yet so personal.

Love wholesomely. I don't even know what that means.

Fuck it.

Peace out.