So I was a poem my friend wrote about love and she said some stuff that made me think. (BTW I reserve the right to not give reasons or context for what I write.) Anyway love is a difficult thing to define. I think it has a lot to do with putting other people's wants and more importantly need before your own. In this way love is irrational. The instinct of self preservation makes love at least on the surface, irrational. However, love is integral to humanness and in the end to people who love each other do better than they would if they acted in short sighted self interest. (Obviously two people who act in long sighted self interest are successful because if loving each other is in long term self interest they will do that but people are rarely that discerning) The risk of this irrationality is that there is sometimes reciprocated love. That is, one person is willing to sacrifice for another but they are not willing to do the same. It is precisely one's willingness to sacrifice for another that affords them the ability to hurt you so much by not loving you back. Repeated hurt of this kind often results in callousness. Callous people are less willing to openly love someone who they are not familiar with. (There are also introverted people who are not necessarily hurt but just careful (I am a little of both))
I might write more latter but for now this is all.
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