It’s a lie…

We breathe it. We speak it. We die for it. Love, we call it — an idea reduced to nothing but a lie in a day and age where clarity rules.

• Can we define it or agree on one definition?
• Does it have a measurable value?
• Where does love live?

— Changing tires. #recognize

I was the hero coming to the rescue without any understanding of cars or the slightest clue as to how to change a tire. Yet, destiny had it that at that moment, out of the blue, her eyes would lean in to make space for a deeper connection to happen.

My story is one for the books. A hero and a damsel in distress. Yet, while the drama holds, reduced to those words, love loses its meaning.

It is lost because in the definition of human connection, assuming that a pattern could be abstracted out from stories like Romeo and Juliet to every drama series we have watched, we end up suffering from the beauty of a good lie.

— The good lie. #understand

It is a good lie because it sate our confidence in something we can control. For if it was ambiguous and unclear, we fear it might betray us.

Afraid and naive, we placed our trust in a relative model that gave us the means to measure feelings against and checklists to check off to account for. We tried to agree to a formula, and that brought about our demise.

We failed to see what has always been staring at us all along, and we’ve missed it.

That Love, at the end of the day, is shaped by the endless intricacies that fall through the nuances of a richness we still do not understand and probably will never be able to measure.

Yet while that may be true, the lie will always prevail, for it is confident and clear.

— In the story found. #accept

That said, frankly, I am not here to debunk the lie because even for love, which is the most sacred, we will always fail to see the reduction obstructing the path for us to get out of the deception.

In the story, love will be found more easily than in reality because we can witness it in its reduced form. And for an instant, the reduction feels as if it prevailed. And that is worth noting.

Because it is the same thing happening in our attempt to hold our dominance in a world where technology seems to be robbing us of our most sacred qualities one by one.

The reduction makes it seem that we are about to lose. But that could not be further from the truth. Love cannot be reduced, no more so than our humanity in its connectedness, depth, and richness.

Years have flown by, and that connection that met me unexpectedly remains getting deeper with the same eyes that saw me changing the tire for the first time.

Until next time,
Carlo