Space – Siv Jakobsen

There is no pain in falling in love. There’s a phenomenal honeymoon effect rolling.

Well, real and slow and debilitating pain is an aftermath of love falling apart,

of numbing heart ache,

of shit hitting the fan.

Now, in your path to a love life.

There you’ll meet two kinds of lovers.

One, would promise to move mountains to make it up to you.

Or, the ones who would promise to just be,     (Gasping)… just be by your side through all thick and thins (Sure, by virtue of persistent conducts and behaviors.)

One would seek compatibility, security, or say in broader spectrum ‘the future’ before diving in.

Or, the ones who would choose a choice to love you without any pre-conditions.

One, who are so full of riches — emotionally and empathetically.

Or, the ones who treats you as they please. (Sometimes as lovers. Sometimes as paltry disposables.)

One, who’s a go-getter, party harder.

Or, the kinds who would rather cuddle you to sleep, at night.

And above all, …

you’ll most likely meet the ones, who would drain you by asking, asking and more of asking.

Or, someone who gives. 

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Thanks to this humble girl who introduced me to a movie The perks of being a wallflower   — and now, freely stealing a fraction of lines from the same movie;

Charlie : Mr. Anderson? Can I ask you something?

Bill : Yeah.

Charlie : Why do nice people choose the wrong people to date?

Bill : Are we talking about anyone specific?

[Charlie nods] 

Bill : Well, we accept the love we think we deserve.

Charlie : Can we make them know that they deserve more?

Bill : We can try.

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Relatable!?

Closing thoughts : In the language of Barry Schwartz from his classic book on choices, The Paradox of Choice, He says:

“Learning to choose is hard. Learning to choose well is harder. And learning to choose well in a world of unlimited possibilities is harder still, perhaps too hard.” – The Paradox of Choice, Barry Schwartz.

Free, hard to chew, unsolicited advice and this is very very important — Choose, … choose the ones who’re somewhere around the gray. The likes of an oscillating pendulum, who bounces back and forth between the edges, to survive and for survival. The ones who finds love and purpose around the delicate balance of imperfections and work on it through and through.