Love is a powerful thing.
Love can save the world. Love can save lives. Love can save you from jumping off the edge.
But it can also push you off it.
Because without a little thing called respect, love is a brute force.
It can be blind and ruthless and take things down in its path with no regard for the feelings of others -- even, ironically, those of the ones it is trying to save in the first place.
And perhaps...
...this brute force isn't really called Love. Not the pure and undiluted, unadulterated version that we come into this world knowing and then almost immediately lose.
It's called -- what? Overprotectiveness, maybe. Overbearing; caring too much. An animal instinct to guard fiercely what one holds dear. Or just the dominance of the Ego: an overriding force that gets at what it aims to achieve, and damn the consequences. It may have the best intentions in mind. But it forgets. It forgets that one aim is not everything. It forgets that everyone else, too, has flaws and feelings.
But the thing with that sort of blind charging fire, is that it ultimately destroys.
And isn't that the antithesis of Love?
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