If you want to commit suicide because you think that your work or academic life is too exhausting, well, if you haven't been in love, you better think again.
Love creates a maelstrom inside us; a conflict between emotions that eventually stirs us and makes us different from what we used to be. It separates and takes us from our own world into another dimension that either electrocutes us when we get there or makes us feel ecstatic like we have been drugged or what. It has its own symptoms: restlessness, pimples, loss of appetite, and even dilation of pupil. It flows first through our bloodstream, like venom, instantaneously circulating and following the blood's pathway. Soon, it will reach the different organs, for example, brain, dominating each organ, and altering its corresponding functions in accordance to its own plans. There will come a time that we suffer from love, we suffer because of love. This is because humans are weak, vulnerable, and fragile when it comes to love. Love easily dominates our own system, our own body, for we wittingly (or unwittingly) allow it, and until a time that we totally lose our consciousness. Love is domineering, like us, but only stronger.
And there you are, being in the state of coma, except you can still walk, talk, eat; in short, physiological processes happen except that you are mindless, brainless, and you don't have control over things. Everything that you earned before you're struck with love are gone wasted. You throw everything away for the sake of one thing, of one person, even if several of these things are important to you.
But what makes all of these things exhausting? What makes love exhaustive in nature? It is the heart, of course. For once you've been petrified by love, as it takes over the system, its minion, the heart, also takes over. And every beat that it does, the hematic disease is being spread. And because of the feeble heart, love dominates. When it dominates, we do certain things that we almost exhaust every thing that we have. When we are almost exhausted, mutually or not, love is left and so is the feeling of physical and mental exhaustion.
As we gain our consciousness, we see ourselves six feet below the ground, tears falling, with nothing but love that now turns to false hope. We are back in our own world, nauseous because of the head-spinning journey (and feeling), as if the some of our nanoparticles are left behind. We then ask ourselves, what the hell happened? We pretend; we act as if we hadn't been bitten by a venomous snake; we defecate until our everything becomes one, and the whole world becomes whole. We breathe in deeply, and out; the journey was fun. We get a syringe, with a specific serum in it and a label that says "anti-venom", then injecting into our infected vein. We breathe in again, and out; I won't go back in there again.
So to speak: love is powerful you know. Never underestimate that.
Next time you think that life is too exhausting for you, think about love. But even if love is exhausting, per se, still, we'd want that feeling, and that's why we still persevere in achieving things. So that when we once again be whirled by love, be intoxicated because of love, we can, however, pay the things that we feel.
