I posted this on my Facebook page as well as posting it here. I want a wider audience on this one, because this gets to the heart of exactly how I feel about love, and how people express that love. Enjoy.
Life is short. Don’t be afraid to love somebody. I’m not kidding, and I’m sure many of you know this, but I just want to say it anyway.
We will all die someday. All of us. Every one of us, along with our hopes, dreams, likes, loves, habits, hums, songs, idiosyncrasies, and heartbeats, will one day fall silent. There is no way to stop it.
We get one life here, on this earth, as we are right now. No matter whether you believe in an afterlife or not, this iteration, this one instance of you and I as who we are, will eventually die.
If you love them, they love you, and the relationship is fully informed and consensual, then what other people think can just fuck the fuck right off. Their protestations of too young, too old, too fat, too thin, male, female, agender, transgender, non-binary, asexual, homosexual, bisexual, pansexual, heterosexual, Monogamous, Polyamorous, just make it happen.
You’ll have plenty of time to listen to the crowd after you’re dead, but for now, while you’re alive, seize that moment, capitalize on it, and make it a part of you. One of my favorite figures in history once said, “nothing ventured, nothing gained,” and if you’re worried about “normal,” man, *fuck* normal. Who’s normal? No one’s normal. Not one soul on this planet can lay claim to that most broad, and vague, of terms.
Life’s too short to have regrets.