Love is a farce.
People seek companionship because they are too weak to be independent. Too afraid to be alone, to be their own best friend. To encourage, uplift, console, and caress themselves.
It is painful to waste opportunities and precious experiences in life thinking about potential significant others. It is painful to be hopeful then to be let down. It is painful to be guarded only to understand that you were never padlocked at all, but lying in wait for hurt like a silly predator who is really only prey. Its disappointing to search for love just as disappointing as it is to experience heartbreak.
We work so hard and for what? A lot of people discourage the pursuit because of the possible devastating outcome, but I simply discourage the pursuit. Most of the time it is fruitless and encourages distraction and unnecessary anxiety over a person who you either generally misread or who flopped on you. Either way, you've wasted your time in the Venus fly trap with nectar that could be so sweet but its claws too fast.
The greatest temptation I've faced yet is one for love desire companionship. You can never control its hold on you, its too tempting, an opportunity that shan't be missed. The chance at love finally then you run the risk of falling flat regardless if the pursuit was bountiful or not. To be so encompassed by the pursuit is mans greatest folly. I fear that this incessant heartbreak over failed attempts, ideas misconstrued, a fruitless venture will deter me from the idea altogether. But equally, the temptation to pursue even based on the tiniest inkling of hope; the tantalizing idea of joy in love is untamed and relentless. Holding on to hope because its hard not to ogle with longing at pecking couples so in love.
