You may have loved in the past or yearn to find a partner to give your heart to in the future. What you will find is that at first it is very easy. Innocence makes it that way. But once you go down that path, of inscribing your name on the linings of your organs. Once you have her oxygen stream through your bloodstream. And you never for a second imagine a world without her or a chance that she’d scorn you or betray you or do you wrong. It happens. Life happens. You may ask, as the uninitiated or young, “Why does it have to be that way? Why can’t mine be different?” And perhaps it will. But it most likely will not be different as most things in this world are just repetitive actions spanned over centuries and eons. Your parents can share anecdotes on heartbreak. Your friends and older family members can resonate. All the amazing singers that play on your heartstrings can will cry their heart to this tune. Because it is something that is written in the code of the life. You must have your heart broken and your innocence shattered. And once it eventually happens, you will never be the same. And this path, that every one in one shape or form eventually comes across, leads you to a state of cynicism and doubt. Disbelief in romantic partners, trust issues, and an overall avoidance to being vulnerable.
Vulnerability is a beautiful, beautiful thing. It is required in every thing that is great and above our current state. It is in fact the precursor for a leap of faith. You open yourself up before you take any big move that may make or break you. No great deed has ever been done with certainty and safety on their belt. Being vulnerable for pain, heartache, and even death are always on the horizon. It’s a must. Because like I said before, life was coded this way. No risk, no reward. We only appreciate that which comes to us rarely and with great difficulty. And loving and trusting another person with the details and the fibers of our soul requires you to become vulnerable once you lose that innocence you once had your first time loving.
Loving comes at a much lower rate and with greater difficulty. Our ego. Our subconscious. Our mental shield prevents us from getting close and allowing others to get close because it never wants to feel that pain we did that first time. But life is a funny mistress. It plays a cruel comedy on us by designing it this way. You can seduce and make her fall for you all while thinking you’ll keep a distance. But she will eventually slip through the cracks, or Cupid will lace you up with the most potent of arrows with the highest precision and accuracy. You will fall yourself under the spell you once had when you were a young boy. An innocent, naive, little boy.
Oh how love must feel when you can close your eyes, float in the abyss, and know nothing will break you with your girl by your side. It’s a scary thing for those who’ve been through love before. But it’s even more beautiful than the first time you loved because this time — you went in knowing the risk and fought valiantly for something you knew you wanted. You are now a soldier fighting for a cause with a list of all that can go wrong with you. But you go in, heart on sleeve, guns blazing; going for what you want in full vulnerability. And that’s the major issue with people in today’s age.
They refuse to become vulnerable. And they complain about finding love. They key dangles in front of them on a silver rope as they struggle to open the golden lock. A comedic tragedy most young lovers know and feel too well. This is a major problem.