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Life has a number of fine lines. Today we’re going to talk about one of them. Love.

Love is bizarre. You can be so in love with somebody, the rest of the world could fall apart and you wouldn’t notice, but you’d notice if their bangs sat differently than they did yesterday, even though they styled their hair the same way. You’d be able to tell their mood and why they are feeling that way by the sound of their voice alone, but that client could spell it out in big block letters a 4 year old could understand and you still might need to look at the PowerPoint slides again.

This is quite possibly the best part of life I have seen thus far.

But with the best parts comes the worst. Maybe things aren’t so great for the other person. Maybe they need a change. Maybe you’re not at the same point in life they are. Maybe they can’t even explain it, but something is wrong, and you don’t see eye to eye. Now you move from love, this epic high point in life, into depression and loss of love. This now, is quite possibly the worst part of life I have seen. You’re on top of the world, but something made you trip, and now the world is on you, and it hurts. Reason and logic are not found in this world. Only pain and suffering.

Thankfully, despite being the worst part of life, their is still hope. Through all the darkness and sorrow, a hand reaches out and helps you up. It keeps you going, and shines a little bit of light down there. Eventually this hand helps you back into the real world and life continues.

The hand takes the form of many things. Friends and family, counselors and psychologists, coworkers, music, hobbies, and sometimes rebound sex all contribute to this great hand. You will still cry once in awhile. You’ll have down days where it seems hopeless, but between these times, hopefully you’ve been helped up a little more, and you don’t fall down as far as you did before. The hole has gotten smaller. The hand helps you climb, but it gives you a bit of a safety net too. You’ll fall back down many times on your journey back to normality, but at least you don’t fall all the way back down (hopefully not anyway).

I just fell a little bit. But the fall wasn’t that big. It was kind of like falling off your bike, not like falling out of an plane…with snakes on it…

A friend picked me up and dusted me off. Thank you.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

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