Love and Insanity
It’s ironic how you can be the better guy, but not the better half of a pair.
Ted Mosby once said: “There’s a fine line between love and insanity.” There certainly is. And Ted has crossed that line. Insane is stealing a blue French horn or dancing to make it rain to get the object of your affection. Love is spending eight hours decorating a room with Christmas lights to cheer up your girl who pushed you away. Love is ditching a meeting or an interview to come to the rescue without even knowing what’s wrong. Love is knowing that stupid or nothing is sometimes synonymous to important. Love is believing in the universe and the signs but dropping that belief if it means comforting the beloved.
Both love and insanity drive people crazy. But there’s a huge difference between the two. Insanity is empty because it is rooted in selfish desires. It goes with the premise “Im going to do this stupid stuff because it’s going to make me happy in the end.” Love is the other way around. Love is doing the stupid stuff because you know it would make the beloved feel happy and appreciated and loved. And that alone is worth all the effort and trouble. Love is not seeing yourself in the picture anymore; it is about being concerned if the beloved wins in situations even if it means you’re in the losing end. Love hopes but does not expect anything in return.
And so it happens that you could be the better guy, but not the better half of the pair. And it should be okay. I mean, sometimes, the best way to keep love is to let it go… or accept it as it comes in another form or so. Love is love no matter what form it takes.