They say love is foolish.
Maybe they are right.
After all, what else would make us open our hearts knowing they could be broken? What makes us trust another person with the most vulnerable parts of ourselves, hoping they will handle them gently?
Love asks us to take risks.
To care when it would be easier to walk away.
To forgive when the hurt is still fresh.
To believe in someone even when they have disappointed us.
Sometimes, love makes us stay longer than we should. Other times, it gives us the courage to leave when staying means losing ourselves.
That is the strange thing about love—it does not always follow reason.
The heart remembers moments the mind tells us to forget. It holds on to laughter, kindness, promises and the person we once believed someone could be.
But loving someone does not mean accepting everything they do.
Real love needs honesty, respect and reciprocity. It can forgive without forgetting the lessons. It can give another chance without abandoning self-respect.
Perhaps that is where wisdom meets foolishness.
Because being foolish for love should never mean being foolish with your life.
Love deeply, but know your worth.
Give generously, but don't give until there is nothing left of you.
Believe in people, but don't ignore what they repeatedly show you.
And when love is genuine, cherish it—because not everyone gets the privilege of finding something worth fighting for.
In the end, perhaps the greatest tragedy isn't loving and getting hurt.
Perhaps it is becoming so afraid of pain that you never allow yourself to love at all.
So yes, love is foolish.
But maybe some kinds of foolishness are worth choosing.
Because a life lived entirely by logic may keep your heart safe—
but it may also keep your heart empty.
And if I must choose between never loving and risking the beautiful uncertainty of love...
I'll take the risk.
