They say that the definition of stupid is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. I think falling in love fits the definition.
I find that we sometimes fall in love in the most inconvenient times and in the most unlikely places. We see a likely candidate for our affection then we get the requisite butterflies in the stomach, the sweaty palms, the jittery-flighty feeling and moments of temporary insanity. Your heart starts to beat faster than normal, like it’s trying to finish a marathon on its own. You find yourself smiling at the most mundane of things and most often appears like an idiot to everyone else.
Over the course of time you start to think of the possibilities. You entertain the idea of being with this someone though at this point neither you nor the other party has gotten to the point of acknowledging these possibilities. There is a possibility, a rather big one, that the object of your affection may not exactly be on the same page as you (yet, let’s not be too harsh) in this matter. You look at each other but you can’t be sure if you are both thinking of the same thing. That is the risk of course. All the same, you continue to harbor the feelings hoping that one day it will be requited.
At some point it crosses your mind that there might be no future between you two. You convince yourself that there is hope but a part of you already thinks that is not possible. You came too late. You are leaving too soon. Reasons and excuses. Soon, you both go on your separate ways. You chose a different road but at the back of your mind you find yourself hoping that someday your paths will cross again. Although there is also a part of you that wishes you don’t meet again. What’s the point? You ask yourself.
How many times have you wished that you can choose who to like and who to love? If you can truly choose who to love, would you have taken this path? Truth is, no matter how rational we pride ourselves to be, love is an emotion we cannot control or dictate. We have our ideals but when it comes down to it, we find ourselves falling for people we didn’t expect to like. You fall in love just like that. One moment you don’t have a care in the world and the next you just realize you’ve been hit. What is frustrating about it is that, no matter how much you try to be rational about it, you end up doing the stupid things you promised yourself you will never do.
Love is a risk. Each time you fall, you risk getting hurt. Unlike bruises and broken bones, love leaves an injury almost invisible to the naked eye. The wounds will heal and you carry the scar with you forever. Sometimes, the wounds just remain as wounds. The world moves on and so should you, at least you convince yourself that you have. But sometimes the wound keeps on bleeding and you just get used to the pain.
Sometimes you fall in love again. Sometimes history repeats itself. And sometimes you write a new story.
They say stupid is doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result. Love is stupid. It is a good kind of stupid. It is the kind of stupid that makes you wake up in the mornig with a smile on your face. It is the kind that paints the world in brighter hues. It is the kind of stupid that we can keep on doing over and over, each time learning and hoping. It is the kind of stupid that makes life worth living.
Love is stupid. Sometimes, I think we all are.