Do we actually want love, or are we just starving and addicted to the longing?
We have this incredible ability to convince ourselves we are madly in love with someone we barely know. It makes me wonder, is the human mind simply incapable of existing without a love target? It’s as if we don't have someone to focus our affection on, the whole narrative of life loses its purpose.
But here is the darker question: Do we subconsciously prefer the suffering?
Think about how often we romanticize the struggle. She’s too far away, she can’t be found, we can't find the words, the timing is wrong. It's almost like we secretly enjoy the tragedy of it not working out. Do we actually want the reality of a relationship, or do we just love the sad high of getting hurt?
Maybe it all comes down to survival. When you are truly starving, you don’t hold out for a perfect suitable meal. You consume whatever is in front of you just to make your stomach stop screaming.
Are we doing the exact same thing with our hearts and our sex drives? Are we hopelessly romantic, or just emotionally starving people who love pain using unavailable people to numb the void?
Would love to hear your thoughts.