exercising my literacy

Metronome.

Maybe it can be said that emotions are like a pendulum.

In its homeostasis, daily life generates a particular wave. Happy about a good parking spot, annoyed that latte wasn't hot enough. Up and down, up and down. The swings are small, the pace gentle, like a stately grandfather clock, tranquil, predictable.

Love has an obnoxious way of distorting this internal rhythm. The amplitude of emotions escalate and magnify - the exhilerating lurch in your insides when you think the boy who you like likes you back, that feeling identical to the one people chase after on rollercoasters, making the term "falling in love" perfectly apt.

And yet, the lows. The all-consuming heartache when you have a huge fight. When you're not sure if it'll survive. The times when you fear that it may just die. Equally intense as the high, in almost a symmetrical fashion, this becomes the price one pays for entering into the arena of love.

What do you do? You have two choices. Stay away, stay safe. Live the life of a buoy, bobbling up and down easily, cruising along. Or, jump into the waterfall. The rush, the roaring speed, the unforeseeable.

You pick how you like your water. How you like your swing. You pick.

posted by me. @ 7:16 PM