Here’s to peace. And those who get in the way of it.

”There are beasts in the night and delight and pain, and the only thing that makes it okay sometimes, is to reach out in the darkness and find another hand to squeeze” - Neil Gaiman, All I Know About Love.

Within the depths of a mile long reel of writing and the overflowing redundancy of simple words, I was able to sort through the bog of my own feelings to sum up a pitting question: why is love painful?

It takes a lot of strength to love; to fight off the self-judgement, the haste, the obsession with how you look. To shake off the shaking because love frightens you. It takes strength to move on from self-doubt, self-sabotage, self-indulging habits that make you feel creepy. To snatch a fleeting moment and then be able to let it go; to revel in a good feeling, but only for a little bit. It all takes strength.

And as a Priest once said to a Fleabag, love isn’t something that weak people do.