Love is easily the most complicated part of our existence. I don't mean complicated like calculus or solving a Rubik's cube. Love is complicated in the way that it is one of those one in a million chances that happens every day without explanation. It is completely inexplicable why we love who we love. It doesn't make any sense that every day we fall for the things about another person that we don't even know exist. It is beyond confusing that love can just as easily save us as it can destroy us. Love is our home. As people, everything we do is based in some form of love. Love for a person, a job, a game, a place, a hobby, ourselves. In the end, everything we do is about this love, this thing, that we have no say in.
Now, by saying this, I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. However, every day I am baffled by how much my own mind, body, and soul are controlled by this intangible, unimaginable miracle that runs our lives without permission. Every move that I make can be traced back to this chemical reaction in my brain that I have absolutely zero control over.
I have fallen in love and I have had my heart broken. But it's not the falling in love or the heartbreak that I want to talk about. It's that I find the experience completely incredible because no matter how much I reason with myself, no matter how much I tell myself that I have control over my brain and my emotions, the truth is that when it comes to love I don't. None of us do. That, in and of itself, is the most mind boggling, amazing thing to me.
Our brains do this thing, this life altering, life controlling thing, and we get no say whatsoever in how we feel. I mean, this thing runs our lives and we don't get a choice. I think that this is the most beautiful idea - that we are so completely out of control when it comes to our life's purpose and are instead at the mercy of these processes happening inside of our own heads in hiding places we can't even find despite our best efforts.
I am not a religious person. I don't believe that there is someone out there determining our fates and deciding whether or not we are living inside of their rules. However I do believe that we, somewhere inside of ourselves are determining our own fates; that we are simultaneously making the rules and trying to live inside of them.
There is something about that notion that is terrifyingly beautiful. That our brains are creating this thing and these rules to live by, and that thing and those rules are simply and so un-simply, love.