Falling in love isn’t really that special anymore. It’s turned into a routine and is losing its essence. It’s turning back to what it basically is; its rawest form: a chemical reaction. How ever hard you try to sugar coat it with obscure notions of fate or pre-ordination, it’s still just another bodily reaction in the end. Much like hunger, or thirst, or fear. The only reason why we keep on holding on to this feeling is because it makes us feel good. If hunger and thirst were as good as love, then we’d pretty much be holding on to them, too.
I’m not saying to forget about falling in love though. As I have said, it’s another bodily reaction, and not satisfying it would be troublesome. But I just don’t get those people who’s “loved” more times than they’ve eaten broccoli in their lives. If I’m going to look at it in a subjective point of view, falling in love for so many times would be like watching sunsets. It could happen for thousands of times but it would never lose its glory for anyone. But if you look at it objectively, it’s like leaves falling from a big tree. Watching it fall once might have its own appeal, but watching the same leaf fall from the same tree over and over again makes it feel… insignificant. And that’s what love is turning to nowadays.
But anyway, you really don’t have to worry about that. I’ve read old articles about how doctors used to destroy the brain’s frontal cortex to suppress anger and motivation. And then there’s these new medicines that can mess up your brain or even memories. Soon enough, there will be over-the-counter medicines that would make you fall out of love.
Just saying.
