Love is risk. It takes more than words and chocolate to articulate the gravity of the phrase “I Love You.” It takes more than flowers and candy hearts to bring equilibrium to a unbalanced relationship.
[unbalanced relationship: a relationship waxes and wanes in the level of love or like one has for the other... in this unbalance one will always like the other more in that particular moment.]
Stability is found in relationships that spread out and explore the boundaries, rather than those that remain stagnant and leashed. It may be characterized as foolish to find stability in exploration. But I know no other way… love without the risk of foolishness, is not love at all… rather it is vanity, selfishness and pride. True love cannot be found in such narcissistic behaviors.
I want to be a fool. I want to risk my comfortable life of selfishness for a passionate life of sacrifice.
I want to be vitreous. I want to risk my fragile heart in a genuine attempt at finding real transparency in messy relationships.
I want to be free. I want to see the destruction of the fascades that so easily entangle and confuse my feeble mind, and establish an honest life found within the rubble of my brokenness.
And so I embrace the risk of love, with foolish abandon.
