While doing this book project thing, found this and thought it should be shared 🙂 I'm soppy sometimes.
Love seriously has to be the best reason for being a human that I have found so far.
There’s a great part in The Velveteen Rabbit which I think explains it really well
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room."Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
Being Real allows us to love. It means that you know that hurt comes with the bargain but that’s ok because we accept that trade off. I think that’s the best thing about being in love. Sometimes you can be in so much love that it hurts. But that pain is what makes being in love worth it.
It’s that feeling of tightness in your chest. It’s the way you can hear your heart thumping in your chest when you’re sharing the same room. It’s the funny coincidence that every love song seems to describe the way you feel. The way that you here that awful annoying pop song but one line reminds you of him/her, and you smile to yourself, thinking of some special memory. The way that the memory of that one kiss excites you deep inside so that any other thought is instantly banished from your mind. There are poems, books and songs written about love. There are paintings, gardens, sculptures and tombs made in its honour.
Yet we somehow can’t translate that into the way we make decisions on how we govern our societies…