Love is not unconditional

Call me unromantic and a cynic and what not, but love is NOT unconditional. That is realistic. And anyone who disagrees is naive, ignorant and immature and clearly hasn't truly experienced life. (Or maybe they've just lived an extremely sheltered life... In that case, awww, how sweet).

But, yeah, love is not unconditional. Neither does it conquer all. Nor is it all you need or simply "enough". Sure love is important and you do need it in life. But, honey, you also need money, wisdom, space, understanding and a good ol' dash of realism, amongst other things which are just too many to list.

Basically, love goes hand in hand with a bunch of other stuff in the real world. And love dies. Yes, it does. It slowly fades away. It grows apart. It becomes incompatible. Or it simply just dies. For whatever reason, it just does not last forever. Forever is for fairy tales and romantic movies/romantic comedies. I'm not saying that all love is doomed, that no love will last forever, sure, you get those that last, but you cannot expect it to be all peachy and the same throughout... It changes. But, that is not what this post is about, so let me just leave that there (maybe for another day... or not).

So you're probably thinking I must have just gone through a harsh break-up or been seriously hurt recently for me to be writing about this. But, I haven't.

Sometimes, when you read a book, you come across something that just makes SO much sense. And it just speaks to you. You feel it. And you just agree with it so completely. It feels like the writer was in your head and managed to put your thoughts and/or opinions  down on paper into words you just could not form. And they managed to make perfect sense of it when all you managed to do was expel a bunch of gibberish from your mouth.

This happens to me a lot (also, sometimes I just find a passage that is just so "pretty", for lack of  a better word. This must sound looney, but if you're a reader, you know what I'm talking about... If not, o well.) So, yeah, this time I decided to share.

I'm currently reading Patricia Cornwell's "Red Mist" (by the way, I've only been reading Patricia Cornwell novels for the past few months, at first I was skeptical, but I've managed to fall in love - fall in love haha). I came across this passage. Its by Dr Kay Scarpetta (the lead character).

"You really can't love unconditionally. People can burn and beat love out of you. They really can kill it, and it's not your fault you don't feel it anymore, and how liberating it is to finally realize that. Love isn't for better or for worse, through thick or thin. It damn well shouldn't be. " - Dr. Kay Scarpetta, Red Mist

 So you see - love is not unconditional. Love cannot be unconditional.