There’s a saying that goes: “Don’t look for love, let love find you.” And while it’s a practical phrase to live by, it doesn’t work for some people. Like me, for instance. I’ve tried many times to live by it, but it’s just not working out for me that well.
“I’ll never look for love again. I’ll stop chasing after it.” That’s a bunch of crap.
“The next best thing to having a superpower is falling in love.” The best thing about having the feeling of being in love is that it gives us strength to do things we never thought we’d do (Like learning how to cook, or how to play the guitar for someone). Being in love somehow feels similar to believing in a god, with the whole “I draw strength to do things from an imaginary pool of hope” deal.
This is the point where I start to realize things. When I was in love, I did things that my past self would deem ridiculous. That all too familiar feeling of infatuation allowed me to do well in my studies, helped me do my chores, made me much less of an asshole than I am today, and it even helped me wash the dishes and clean my room. Heck, it even got me visiting the chapel in my university ON A DAILY BASIS. Folks, that’s the power of love right there.
It essentially made me want to better myself.
But alas, all good things must come to an end. The feeling of infatuation disappears, along with all that self-improvement and whatnot. And I regress back to my old self, albeit a little more evil.
So looking for love isn’t such a bad deal, you don’t need to feel bad or think you’re desperate if you’re doing it. It’s perfectly fine, especially for those who don’t believe in self-motivation and all those fancy things.