Love, it’s what makes the world go round. Well, to be fair, the earth spinning on its axis has more to do with science than love. But I’m not here to talk about inertia or gravitational pulls, at least not in a scientific way.
We all chase it, the euphoric spine-tingling magic we can sense in our soul. Deep down, gut-twisting drunk love. Love’s Potion is an intoxicating drop of dew falling tearfully from the earth’s most beautiful flower.
SCREECH … did you hear that? That’s the sound of Love’s tires stopping in her tracks. Wait, now Love is getting out from behind the wheel and angrily coming towards me. I think she’s holding a tire iron. It seems even Love has a touch of road rage. I better get out of here before Love destroys my perception of her.
Love is tangled, uncontrollable and deceptive. It’s not always, almost never, the magical fairy tale we as little girls were fed on Sunday evenings by Mr. Disney. Walt, I have to tell you, your brood of overachiever, white horse riding princes, has given me an uncomfortable rash since my first awkward teenage kiss. And at no time has Love come to my ivory tower and saved my ass from an apple-wielding woman in the woods. Love is hard; it is work, and it is certainly not perfect.
What Love has done for me, is regularly given me hope, but it has also left me, tear-filled, and ugly crying on the bathroom floor. It has given me babies, and best friends. Love is definitely the most intoxicating emotion I’ve ever had the pleasure of feeling throughout my life.
But Love isn’t perfection; it’s much like a cracked and scrambled egg. Protecting all your feelings in a hard shell which you eventually let out to be mixed about and fried in a searing hot skillet. And when love burns, we add ketchup to cover up the fowl taste it has left in our mouths. We blame ourselves for messing up Love, and conceal the reality of Love’s imperfect ways. Don’t get me wrong, love can change the world, but we have to work at it.
I’m guilty of believing in Love’s perfection; it’s not there, and Love has something to say to all of us. She’s pissed off, and tired of holding the weight of the world on her shoulders. She knows she’s a hot mess, she’s been casting her spell with a touch of heartbreak to convince us we have to work at love. It’s our perception of love, and what we assume it owes us that has us askew. Love doesn’t owe us anything; we are the ones who owe all we are to Love’s courage to open our hearts, and bring us together.
I think it’s time we give her a break. She’s spent a lifetime trying to teach us she’s not perfect, yet here we are serving up bland, wild fairy tales of perfect love on a platter of glass slipper lies.
Scattered, dirty, hard to understand and honest. Tragic, heartbreaking, untimely and soul crushing. Beautiful, bewildering and heartwarming. Sexy, free and all-encompassing. Messy, Broken, Beautiful, Imperfect Love.
There wouldn’t be so many songs about love if it weren’t for her beauty. She has been giving us hope since the beginning of time and without her in our lives, we often feel lost, hopeless. But I think it’s time we realize, she’s not flawless. I’ve been chasing the perfect love my whole life, whether it was the love and acceptance of my peers, parents, teachers or my soul-mate. Love is what gives me hope, energy, and a reason to open my eyes every morning. But she’s messy, and I’m finally willing to embrace her chaotic charm.