Inversely Proportionate

Inversely Proportionate: Love and Indifference

By Aadhya Jain

"The opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference" - Elie Wiesel

Unrequited love is often called tragic and pitiful, but I don't understand what is so pathetic about simply loving. Is it a crime to love someone if they do not love you back? How can they possibly be mutually exclusive, a two-way street or an empty street? You have three options, apparently. Be indifferent to someone, love each other, or be lonely and heartbroken. That just doesn't seem fair.

I know it hurts, and it is rather heartbreaking to know they do not feel the same, but I think there's something particularly beautiful about loving someone truly for who they are in a world where love is chased like a butterfly; pretty to see, hard to catch.

Feelings are a lovely thing, for how true they are. However, we still resist them, and I don't understand why it is miserable to care and to love. What is so amazing about not caring about anyone in life? How can someone obtain joy from pretending like they do not care, that they are not hurt, and that feelings can simply vanish in a day? However fleeting they may be, you can't lose them in one night. You cannot stop loving someone because of one mistake.

It hurts, and it aches in your heart like a physical pain. Then, why not just let it hurt? These emotions are like a storm. Let the storm pass and be at peace. You cannot run away from it forever. It will eventually catch you, and wouldn't it be better to be put out of your misery rather than keep on running from it, while it chases you? In my mind, that constant state of anxiety is a lot more painful.

Besides, not caring about anything or anyone sounds like a rather lonely and cold life. We try to deny it, but we need to feel cared for, appreciated, and loved to be happy. It is no use to act otherwise. That is why we end up loving people, and they end up loving us. 

Feelings are beautiful because they are the one quality every human possesses. They are what makes us human, and what binds us together like beads of a bracelet. They are not meant to be hidden.

I've always been told that I'm too emotional, but I think it is beautiful to feel so deeply, even for others.

I may become sad easily, but that also means that I become happy easily too.