Love is hard. If love were easy, I don't think there would be all those people through history to tell us we need to love one another. If love were easy, we'd be doing it as a matter of course — just like we do anything that's easy, like talk. And I don't mean being in love, now — that's about the most effortless thing in the world — I mean going about going out of your way and thinking about someone else before you think about yourself, really doing something that's not in your script all about you. That's hard. That's what it's about: if it were convenient, it wouldn't be love (it would still be nice, but not the big L). So, I guess love is hard by definition. Funny, that.
Where does that leave us? If you want to love anyone for real that means you prepare for something that'll take effort — maybe a lot of effort. But (so I hear from the saints), it's the greatest thing in the world, that L thang. So, be warned, that there are mountains to climb for the faithful — but that view from the summit I don't think a mountain of cash as tall can buy, nothing that is worthy, and worth it — quite like love.
Tatiana
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