Life is crazy. One moment you’re in a small fishing town without a job wondering what the next step is and ten days later you’re walking the streets of France. You’re wondering what you will do today, where you will go, who you will meet. You have no plans of your own so it is left fully up to the universe as to where your feet take you or what metro stop you feel like exiting at or what restaurant you choose to eat in. It is fully up to whatever it is that guides you in this life. I think that’s the beauty of it all, the not knowing what is coming next. Yes, it’s the beauty- but it’s also what strikes fear in you. You tell yourself over and over that not knowing what is going to happen is what excites you, what maintains that je ne sais quoi in your step. But deep down you know you’re craving to know. You want to know who you’re going to meet, who you’re going to love, what person might stumble into your life today. You want to know what comes next, and where you will go so that you can prepare for it. It would be easier to know because then you could let go of whatever isn’t going to last. You could hurt less, care less, move on more quickly- if you just knew what is was that was coming. But you’re right to say there is beauty in not knowing. Because is then and only then that you can feel everything and nothing all at once. People tell you they’re scared of being hurt, they’re afraid of being cheated on, they don’t want commitment because then they have to worry about whether or not they will be the same after the heartbreak. But you never understood that way of thinking. You could never fully grasp why someone wouldn’t want to feel love. Everyone always says love hurts, and that it’s scary, and that it comes with an anchor that holds you down unable to move with the tides should you want to swim to a different place in the ocean. But they’re wrong. Because love is the actually the only thing that doesn’t hurt, the only thing that isn’t scary. It’s the furthest thing from an anchor, rather it’s the buoy that keeps you afloat in this storm we call life. Love will never hurt you- it’s your expectations that hurt you, it’s your idea of the person you want them to be that will hurt you, the attachment to molding that person to the exact fantasy you have dreamed about having for so long that will hurt you. But love, love will never hurt you. Love will heal you when you didn’t know you you needed healing. It will pour into your cracks like the cement Alexandros of Antioch used to sculpt Venus de Milo. It will paint over your blank canvas with colors you’ve never seen before like DaVinci with Mona Lisa. It will fill all the parts of you that you didn’t know weren’t whole and overflow in parts of you that were- creating an abundance of what we call happiness. Love is not scary. It is your fear of losing them that’s scary. It is the thought of someone else taking away from you what brings you so much peace. You have been so used to being alone that you are scared to disrupt the routine of unattachment. It’s a peaceful feeling- not thinking of someone else, just yourself. You don’t wonder what someone else is doing, you don’t wonder if they got home safe, you don’t need to buy groceries for two. It’s safe, living without attachment that is. Love is not scary. What scares you is finding someone that changes you. Finding that person that you do care if they made it home in one piece. What scares you is that you have never wanted to be with just one person, and now maybe there’s a lingering possibility in the depths of your chest that shine a spotlight on the fact that you do and have always wanted love. You just hadn’t found her yet. Love doesn’t hold you down. It’s the skewed perception of love that you have that tells you it’s impossible to be free should you fall for them. Love is not heavy like an anchor, it’s light like the wind. You may not always see it, you don’t look down from your boat and see the anchor locked into the sand- rather, you feel the wind. It passes through you, over you, onto you, and it keeps blowing. When it’s hot outside you never complain of the wind brushing up against your skin and cooling you off. It’s the one thing you feel relief from. The wind doesn’t hold you back, the wind helps you. When the sailboat needs pushing, the sailor never complains of the wind brushing up against it and helping it forward. I suggest that you allow yourself to feel it, at least once or twice in this life. To really let go of what you thought love was and accept the unknown. Embrace that you don’t know what you will do today, who you will met, where you will eat, or who will walk into your life and change you. I suggest that you find the beauty in the unknown. Don’t let it strike fear in you. Fall in love, c’est la vie.