“The only way to a woman’s heart is along the path of torment.”– Marquis de Sade
I agree with this quote.
The road to any individual’s heart is a hard, tormented path. Love is often met with hostility – mostly due, in my view, to the fact that we are all so used to being abused in our every day lives. Co-workers, ex-lovers, ex-friends, family members, mothers, fathers, random people on the street – we are not used to the idea of love, and are not often well-versed in the subtle language of expressing our hidden thoughts and desires.
This is why dating is so confusing to most of us – are we showing too much of our neurotic idiosyncrasies, or too little? Do they even want to hear about our thoughts, or are they insignificant? Do I even know how I feel? And the frightful thought – “are my internal thoughts a bar to love?”
And further on the road towards the love of someone – anyone – we will inevitably experience heartache. And it hurts. And it sucks. And we sit in waiting for that one person that will open us up, and nurture for our exposed hearts. Our hearts that have been so beaten down – bruised, battered, broken. Our hearts that are so in need of love – the most potent cure-all.
And even once you get there and obtain the heart of someone you love, the battle doesn’t stop there. Like surgery, healing is an art. It takes time. It takes patience. It is an exercise of love and skill, and inevitably involves combating the demons of the past. Healing the scars of past failures, wounds of current struggles that are still festering on the surface. These will all need to be treated if the opening – the relationship – is to survive and flourish.
In the end, it comes down to sacrifice, to pain, to frustration, to a cost. But the gain – oh the gain. Rewards abound when you mend a tattered heart. Love is eternal. Love conquers all.
And love will win the day.