“You don’t have to have it all figured out. Just let me love you” were the tender words that took me out of my head and into the joy of divine romance. Why do we struggle so to figure it out, instead of living in the midst of love’s sweetness? Why do we think we need to define love’s mystery, instead of enjoying it?
When I fell in love with Mark, I didn’t try to figure it out, defining what every day would look like for the rest of our lives. I simply dove in, head first and let him love me. Falling in love is the best thing and the most utterly out of control thing.
We can always find a reason to argue against the sensibility of love. We can refuse to trust it. But I’d rather be swept up in love’s intoxication in every moment, instead of winning an argument that keeps me stuck in my head.
“Argue for your limitations and sure enough, they are yours.” Richard Bach, Illusions