Disclaimer, before I start, this is just an attempt to showcase a different viewpoint and not just about letting out angst or heartbreak. And is quite literally a metaphor, mostly.
So before mentioning my hypothesis that love is quite similar to cancer, how about saying that maybe love doesn’t exist at all, now hear me out before pointing out the plethora of evidence from movies and media, I’m talking the fantasized idea of Love. The version you see in movies read about in books, and see in ads for overpriced chocolate. The version I am talking about is love as a lightning bolt to the heart, where you can’t eat and you can’t work and you just want to run off with the other person. The reason why people say they haven’t experienced “True Love” yet, is because it doesn’t exist. Well obviously, we can’t tell for sure what the other person is feeling towards you, and comparing feelings is a wasted effort even then.
Now you may want to discredit me as a “nothing matters” kind of guy, but I am not saying that it was built by the companies to profit off us, which may be a version of it. What I mean to say is that love, which is “true love without conditions and never-ending” might just not exist.
Now with the cancer similarities, you can have cancer for a while and not even know it then suddenly, bam! You have a 40% chance of death which is constantly increasing and if detected late is like buying a ticket to greet death in person. Discussing love as a chemical reaction is kind of cringe for me as serotonin and dopamine are also released when I see a cute dog/cat video on Instagram, so using that correlation seemed a bit far-fetched. Seeing love as a social reaction may be better to emphasize my point. Humans are wired for mainly attention and protection (I swear I am not mentioning some kind of Andrew Tate bs), so pairing those two in mixed proportions based on the other person’s background and personality along with a consistent enough approach should induce love, in most cases that is. The point is love is similar to cancer, which almost happens more times than you can even know but is repelled subconsciously, but after reaching a certain breaking point it is felt hard. Fortunately, or unfortunately, as with cancer it can also recede and be defeated, leaving you with nasty memories and scars, along with the uncanny ability to strike you yet again uncountable times.
This was just a crazy thought I had, that I wanted to expand upon to see how deep it’d go, and thanks for sticking to the end.
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