Not everything that glows is gold (Metaphor).

 

Is glowing a curse to the things that are not gold? And when it comes to love?

I've started to think that love is a curse, when everytime we love someone, we find ourselves forced to be challenged.

I am, if not the first, one of the people who used to say that in order to love someone, we have to accept this someone just the way he or she is. I did, do and will always believe in that. But the fact is that to love someone, accepting is no longer effective! Or in other terms, i find myself unable to accept. Not because i'm too picky, nor because i'm too "pricky", but simply because there are no more rules for accepting!

What i mean by saying that is, some things, at a certain point, are unacceptable, even if understandable! What i mean to ask is: Are some people we love unloveable? My personal answer would be a "NO". When we love someone, then this someone is loveable. That's a final conclusion. The real question that remains unanswered for me is: Should we get attached to everyone we love? Or should we engage in a relationship with everyone we love? And here my personal answer would be "NO" as well. I believe that sometimes, we just can't. I'll tell you why...

 

I'm too good at being adaptable, i'm trained. What i suck at is that i can't find myself able to swallow the big sugar cube (Metaphor). What i suck at is not the act of swallowing sugar, but my throat can't take its size! That is the sugar cube's imperfection in order to suit my throat! An imperfection that can't be changed! (The metaphor does not take melting the sugar cube into consideration).

So if you agree with me that the sugar cube's curse is its size, then that's why i would fail to swallow.

 

The curse of love, is falling in love, with someone we accept as a person, someone we consider loveable, but whom we refuse as our other half, not because there's a pleasure in refusing, not at all! Only God knows how much it hurts, but the problem is only a lack of acceptance, for in some cases, accepting forces us to go beyond the rules we set for ourselves. There is where we step back...

 

I met someone amazing. Someone i could easily say that i love. But this someone carries in her bag of life, what is heavier than my abilities to carry... Accepting, the lack of accepting and this heavy bag of life that i can't help with carrying aren't anything but a curse of love.

 

Or could it be a blessing?