Love As An Attacker

I’ve decided that love sucks! There is no other word to describe it. Love absolutely sucks, it drains, it plunges, it clouds out any other feeling; love controls, it takes over, it consumes all attention to itself, it is self indulgent, blunt, relentless, overbearing, and at times, physically debilitating. Once placed under love’s control, you may was well abandon all hope; it will drill into you further than any other feeling; until you relinquish your resistance to it’s power, and succumb to the path it is trying so desperately to pull you towards. Love has no regard for consequence, no sensitivity in sensitive situations, it gives no thought to the pain it can cause in others; love has no mercy for awkward timing, it has no concern for how it affects those within its sphere of influence. Love doesn’t rest until it has enveloped those it intends to capture. The intended targets can only escape though a narrow gap; disregard. The freedom that disregard can bring is liberating, but very, very difficult to achieve; hence escaping the clutches of love is only through a slim passageway that few can pass. Disregard has little power after love’s magical spell has taken hold, infiltrated, and completely penetrated into every fiber of its prey. It’s like a quickly spreading cancer that puts every organ into paralysis; completely shutting down every defense mechanism the uselessly hopeful victim could wish to use to fight off an attack from such a powerful foe. Thus once effected to such a degree as this, those outside trying to help are nearly powerless to intervene, no matter how personal of a relationship, or how powerful their influence they have in the life of love’s pitiful victim. What is to be done then, when love sets its sights on a target, and is successful in laying an anchor? Is there an easy answer? Surely there are those willing to offer things that are easy to say, but require so much more effort than that of communicating the whimsical and often useless advice. No doubt the advice is well intended and heartfelt, but lacks the full understanding for the severity of the situation, and may not always receive a warm reception. So I ask again; what can be done? Love has laid its anchor, and has trapped its prey in such an obvious confinement; all can see the grasp love has claimed on the heart of its now powerless and cornered victim. It’s like an ill informed art thief attempting to steal the Mona Lisa from the Louve in Paris, once the painting is taken off the wall, the alarm triggers a cage that drops at each opening of the room, trapping the ignorant thief in the location of the crime. Only with love, the trap sets off no alarm, it makes progress toward its target in a slow, undetectable fashion as to completely blindside those it is after. Love is cautious, cunning, and so crafty, early detection is deemed impossible. To guard yourself from such a subtle attack is a futile use of ones time and effort. Love is the most powerful, crippling force known on this earth. The armed forces would do well to learn from Love’s ability to infiltrate into the most well guarded chamber of a persons life; their emotion state of being, otherwise known as their heart. Such a tender, soft place that requires the utmost attention and care, to allow open access would be viewed as suicide, hence the caution that most place on allowing such visits, with the hopes of avoiding the pain that comes from mistreatment of such a sensitive area.