Love: (n) an intense feeling of deep affection
Drug: (n) a medicine or other substance which has a physiological effect when ingested or introduced into the body…which then creates an intense feeling of deep stimulation
I like to think Love was created when God came into existence. It’s not something that was created, as God was not created. It’s just something that always was, is and will always exist. Love is the strongest force, element we’ll ever experience in our human life. It’s the one binding force that holds everything in place. From mutual relationships to entire civilizations, love is the glue that holds everything together.
Something of this magnitude and power should not be taken for granted. Unfortunately, the word is being tossed around so much that it has lost its value in the mind and hearts of people around the world. There is no synonym for love, no derivative; it stands alone. But now it’s often used in place of another four-letter word – lust. The more we make this mistake, the more we find ourselves in dangerous, lackluster, unfulfilling relationships.
The most dreadful mistake we make is combining love and other drugs. Love, this all-natural, all-powerful, God-like element, is forced to share the stage with another powerful, man-made element. When combined, it usually ends in a downward spiral, often referred to as “falling in love”.
It often goes like this:
Two individuals brought together by their drug of choice. The drug becomes a gateway to communicating their similarities. It makes them open up in ways they wouldn’t ordinarily. Subsequently, attraction follows suit and then lust (often prematurely called love)
It’s absolute bliss. The high from the drug is entwined with the intoxicating feeling of lustful attraction. You’re never quite on solid ground during this phase. It is as if time and space stands still, leaving the world to serve as your own private playground. Elevators become love flights, hills become descending roller coasters, and the pavement becomes your dance floor. Times shared are fun and carefree and you swear you’ve found someone who finally gets you. Everything is perfect and nothing else matters.
Then after awhile, the bliss slowly fades and divergence slowly creeps in. The same things that used to prompt laughter and adoration become annoying little habits. For some reason you can’t explain, the drug doesn’t replicate the feelings and emotions it once did in the beginning. So you encourage the use of more to regain that old feeling back. Addiction.
Elevators become flights of awkward silence; hills become mere geographical features and pavements become, well, pavements. You wonder how or when the high ceased and you slowly descended back to solid ground. You evaluate yourself; you replay every conversation in your head, trying to investigate what the hell happened. After the interrogation you have with yourself, you come to the conclusion that it couldn’t possibly be your fault. Then you blame any external element other than yourself i.e Money, school, work, stress, church, family, the other person.
The intense feeling is never quite revived. Love couldn’t conquer that battle because it was never present in the first place. The only thing left is the memories of what once was; the monumental highs and the despondent lows. You try to forget and pretend that you don’t care, when really it’s all you seem to think about. You want your high back.
* This piece was originally written 4 years ago and posted under theatricmind.tumblr.com