Falling (In Love?)

Falling in Love, what a bizarre phrase

I romanticize the idea of romantic love. I have never felt it before, but I’ve watched The Notebook a handful of times already, which is essentially the equivalent of saying I have a LinkedIn certificate on love.

Falling in Love. I romanticize the “love” part, but in reality, the “falling” part has taken up much of my attention.

When I find something I enjoy – a passion project, an idea, a thought I want to ponder and explore – I am in suspension. Falling. I experience a dreadful uncertainty and I suspend in the air, yet so full of potential and freedom. Uncertain of where I will land. A certain destination that I hope will be a better place and make me a better person. I don’t finish every project I fall in love with – but I am often very good at jumping out of the plane – sometimes unsure if I remembered to pack a single parachute when you’re supposed to bring two. This year I’ve jumped out of a few planes. Notably, one plane where I hope to fall into an extremely fit and healthy body.

I am not in love. I am falling. I am constantly falling – towards a fabricated fantasy that I’ve created based on books, poems, movies, and Bruno Major songs that inspire me to continue falling.

What I’ve realized through the years is that the most important destination – the destination I am falling towards and one that I hope I land on – is self-love. As cliché as it sounds, you have to love yourself 100%, more than 100%, before you find more elsewhere.

And so I may be falling. I hope the destination I land on is kind and warm like I always dreamed of. But, meanwhile, as I suspend in the air, I will enjoy the view, and continue working on myself: mind, body, and soul. And I will work on getting to a point in my life where I always have two parachutes. And if I ever forget, thankfully, I have the power of philosophical fabrication, with a little magic, to create parachutes on the go.

3 thoughts on “Falling (In Love?)

  1. I find the origin of words and phrases fascinating, and I’m glad you highlighted the “falling in love” phrase, and the “falling” part of it. Since one can force oneself to “fall”, does that mean that one can force oneself to “fall in love”?

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    1. Thank you for your comment! That is a really cool observation about forcing oneself to “fall.” Maybe it’s a jump we need to do ourselves? Or is it a push by something else? I’m going to keep thinking about this in my journey.

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      1. It’s interesting that the phrase is “falling in love”, not leaping towards, rising to, ambling to… Given that the phrase is not a new one, I wonder what meaning it had originally? For example, “sleep tight” is derived from the ropes around the bed frames of old.

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