Lost and Found

Why do they call it fall in love?

Shouldn't it be rise?

Rise in love?

Soar in love?

No, fall's right.

Love is a strength and a weakness.

I've said this before.

And I'll say it again.

Love is a strength and a weakness.

It makes you stronger and weaker at the same time.

When you love something or someone, you have a duality at play.

An infinite helix of affection intertwined with concern.

Joy and sorrow.

Jubilance at birth.

Mourned at death.

Everything in between in between.

Love is the most powerful thing in the universe.

More powerful than hate.

You've been powered by both.

What say you?

So you have a choice:

To love or not to love.

And for many years, I chose the latter.

So I would remain strong.

But that was weakness talking.

Love's weakness is one I cannot put into words.

It can cripple you.

But the alternative is loneliness.

Emptiness.

Void.

Sure, it can all end the same way.

But better to have loved, I say.

Than to never have loved at all.

I'm missing something in the middle part.

But you understand.

May you know the love of loving someone more than yourself.

May you know the love of having been loved by someone more than they love themselves.

And may those loves fall in love.

And may you all always believe it was better to have done so.

Better to have loved...