Her

Love is a beautiful thing when nurtured and observed in ample detail. It requires sacrifice, change, adaptation. It asks a lot of people, but for those who haven't truly shared a real love, then I ask you to follow along. You see, I'm no pessimist, in fact, I'm a glass-half-full kinda gal, but the love we hope for, you know, the portrayal of unrealistic, yet incredibly admirable romance in the movies, fails to mention the lethal parts of affinity. Although love at first sight, a miraculous thing really, is a lovely image we young people fabricate in our minds, fantasizing that it could be a reality one day must be, it can be deadly.

Death is the irreversible loss of your functioning organism as a whole. The cessation of all vital abilities, the last breath clutched at the cold, grim hands of the pale rider. I’ve always pictured death as a “her.” A misunderstood, fallen angel, who although is capable of killing with one lethal swipe of the great scythe, is truly merciful. Masses fear her when in actuality no one understands who she genuinely is. Does she contradict love? Debated widely. Let’s weigh out the sides;

She takes those we love from us, but also takes those who keep us from loving, or being loved.

She steals the joy when a loved one is taken, but for some, that joy is inflated.

Examples contrast and continue, but all of the emotions, whether cynical or buoyant are temporary. She is personified as sinister, as a herald of misery and dismay; a predator who haunts and hunts from the shadows, a perilous thief in the night.

A lot of people interpret love as a magical, sublime nonpareil. And it is, it really, honestly is when it works out. Change of perspective, death isn’t consistently characterized as the physical ceasing of one’s body, but also the corruption of one’s soul.

This illustrated “demise” can be categorized through the cognitive paintings individuals construct. Including this “love at first sight” belief.

A girl sees a boy, or a boy sees a girl, you get the picture. This pleasurable sensation invites your brain to barrage your sensory system and thoughts with poison chained chemicals, all of which aid in the drastic increase of obsessive infatuation for this feeling. If you were to ask any hopeless romantic, a definition would be like the following; “It’s that rush of adrenaline will a strong, magnetic pull that electrically sparked at the initial sight of another lost soul like mine.” Unfortunately, all reality dethrones the obscure views we desperately crave, hoping that it would override the despondent reality to which no one truly desires. Love is equivalent to addiction, the chronic infection of the mind, concerning elaborate interactions among your brain and an individual’s life affairs. Those who suffer engage in behaviors that become compulsive, and frequently lead to inescapable, and destructive consequences, the down-spiral of someone’s mentality. This binds to the love I defined, it’s a beautiful connection people share, but its strength drives either the passion between two people or slowly kills and pollutes one’s soul.

Death can be a companion, although when it comes to a utopian relationship, she becomes an adversary. Love embodies an incomparable figure, a "him" that opposes her. Love at first sight is an extraordinary hope, but scrutinizing him from a macro level demands the realization that it is fake. Love requires duration to assemble and devoted labor to sustain. He has the potential to evolve to an unrivaled force, and you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t concede the prices necessary to pay when it comes to his preservation. Regardless of that addicting rush of adrenaline from that zing glance that we all have an interminable hunger for, he can effortlessly side with death and become a murderer. Those who view it as a mysterious opportunity to grasp hold of can be blinded to the point where that love that should rapture, has total dominion to slowly, and bitterly devour their soul.