Snails

Day 17: Today I searched on tumblr, "love sucks". The results were tragic. Post after post of people who have had their hearts broken. Page after page of broken promises. Line after line of dreams crushed. Word after word of destroyed love. A bloody battlefield where my own corpse lays obliterated by the bomb of love.  How are this many people suffering from what is supposed to be one of the greatest things on the planet? Why do we all fall for these jerks? Why does love blind us?

People hurt us, we hurt others, why can't we all just get along? All I want is some honesty. People are cowards when it comes to love. There's no need for games. If you love someone, tell them. If you've fallen out of love with them, tell them. Easy as that. No ignoring, no playing hard to get, no using other people to make them jealous. JUST TELL THE TRUTH! How hard is it? Not hard at all, in my opinion. I would be completely open to having a broken heart as long as my heart had been broken by honesty. Mine was broken by lies, as hearts often are.

One of the main themes of all of the posts I read is that we hate and love the person at the same time. The person was so perfect in our eyes, we loved everything about them and then they screwed us over. It's hard to accept that someone you thought so much of could do that to you. It's hard to accept that maybe you were blinded and fooled. No one wants to be made a fool of. Everyone has a story along the same lines though.

We are all snails, drawn into our shells, with our defenses up. We meet another snail that is crawling around and is out of their shell. They slowly coax you out of your shell. You may recoil a couple of times but the other snail always reassures you that it will be ok. The other snail gains your trust. You emerge from your shell and the world is amazing! Everything is beautiful, it's a whole new world to explore and the other snail is there, helping you every step of the way. You're just getting used to the idea of being out in the open, when suddenly you are ambushed! The other snail dumps a jar of salt on you. You bubble and ooze with pain, in shock that the other snail, your snail, betrayed you.

In conclusion, we are all snails. We all have gotten salt poured on us, we all have scars. The question is, will we take that chance again? Will we ever trust another snail again? My answer is yes, yes I will. I may be a little bit more guarded the next time but I won't contain my heart. Eventually, a snail will come along that will also have had salt poured on them a lot of times (in this world snails don't die from salt) but they will trust me and I will trust them. Together, we'll come out of our shells.