We’re All Just Love Addicts In Denial

Bad emotions feel good in a twisted way. Anger. Pride. Irritation. Sadness. Blame. We eat them up willingly. We know that they’re fleeting addictions, among the most temporary emotions we have. And that’s exactly why we like them. Because we can ignore the bigger elephant in the room. The bigger addiction. That four letter heroin of emotions: love.

Love is a beast! It lingers past the point of reason, burning its way into our hearts and minds amidst the anger and the frustration. Love confuses the irritation and sadness and all but eradicates appeals to logic. Love is powerful. It’s the most powerful emotion we have. And yet, it often takes an overwhelming trigger before we come to terms with how much we need it. And that trigger is always, always, ALWAYS, our biggest achilles heel. Fear.

Fear is temporary but illusive, not nearly as powerful as love, but thoroughly convincing.

Everyone has their own personal fear trigger: relationships, career, money, children, the need for power, you probably know yours.

And the worst part is, because fear is a tricky one, it’ll often convince us that it’s getting us closer to the very thing we’re after: love.

Now why we have this human tendency, I don’t know. But I have a sneaking suspicion it all comes down to our innate soul directed desire to return to love, to experience it deeply, to live it body and soul. And unless we’re triggered by our biggest fears, we just won’t really get what it means to love.

So here’s my theory. I think that America’s biggest fear is powerlessness (we bury our colonized roots under intense posturing). And the only way we’re ever going to come to terms with our fear is to return to our origins and truly embody the promises of the Declaration of Independence, namely, “that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

We might lose our power, our respect, and our image in the process. But perhaps it’s necessary in order to return to these ideals.

I, like many people, thought America was moving towards hope, towards fulfilling our vision, towards love and inclusivity. But I’ve had a lot of failed romances and careers too, romances I thought would last, jobs I thought would be the job.

My lessons in all of those situations were that I still had a lot of work to do. More lessons to learn.

America is reeling from a bad breakup. A romance that looked good on the surface but buried some deeper, darker, hidden emotions. And until we deal with the breakup and the fears, we’ll continue to miss out on love.





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