It’s really a simple question.
Even if it’s unrequited? Even if it defies cultural traditions? Even if a monumental obstacle stands in the way of making it work? Is our naivety reflected in our stubborn belief that love conquers all or is there some truth to the desire?
There was a time when I would do anything for love. A time when sacrifices in my life were made in desperate hope to keep the love alive. But there comes a time in everyone’s life when we learn that love is not the shell of a relationship. Love is the heart of a relationship between two people. Without love, whatever relationship that was kept alive is just an echo of something that has been.
Yet the words “love is never enough” has always been a personal motto since those years. You can have all the love in the world, but the world doesn’t run on it. Neither are problems solved from it. You cannot buy with love. You cannot feed off love. Love doesn’t shelter you as rain pelts down over your head or the sun burns down on your skin. Love doesn’t bring the dead to life, neither does save one from dying.
So it’s ironic that out of all love is worth, there is no greater word we gave meaning to lets us feel so alive. No greater word that inspires poets and writers to create works of art. No greater word for people to live and sadly, die for. No greater word for people to feel utterly human.
What would you do for love?
I would do enough. Nothing more. Nothing less.