Why Love Is a Losing Game
They say, “love is not a game” and I couldn’t agree more with this because love is perhaps a “losing game”, no matter how brilliant of a player, you might think you are.
We all happen to fall for romantic love our entire life or at least once in life. We never care to ask ourselves, is falling in love, oh sorry, let me correct it, “falling for love” is all the worth, we perceive it as. Well, it can never come out as a straight yes or no, if you try answering it. It’s never all white and black most of the time, and for love, it’s rather colorless. Ah! sorry, grey.
In movies, they use to say “ love is like gambling”, well, hell yeah! It’s not a game you can play safe and come out as a winner. It occurs to me more like, either you risk everything you have — just to be in the game, in hope for winning someday, or you lose this game at all. Quite interesting though. I never happen to write this subtly for the life of me and that too on love. Nah!
Anyway moving on with this game, I have had my share of experiences, sometimes GREAT and GRUESOME, the other times. Can’t complain. It’s just that it never occurred to me that I could see this like a “game” now, when once in my life, this was all that did matter. The irony of life. Again, can’t complain.
It’s not that I am afraid of losing my game or anything, if you think that’s what makes me bother. No, not at all. All I fear is losing “myself” trying to win this game of love.
I had nothing to risk, nothing to gamble for before falling for this game but for me and myself, which, I could not realize then, is worth more than any worldly possessions. So, there I went, through the process of losing myself bit by bit, once falling for the love games.
For all the happy lovers out there, I am not bashing love, neither I am a love-hater. Oh! That sounds terrible. You guys are fortunate. It’s just that I suppose there is no harm if we could just consider being a little flexible toward another side of this as well, for not everyone has the same story.
Glorifying love as an eternal experience of life and normalizing the suffering, pain, self-doubt, breakdowns and self- devastation that goes alongside has been a matter of concern, especially for those who are naïve and yet to master the game.
I know It’s rather challenging not to sound hopeless about love while dealing with all the self-sabotaging aspects of it. I have no qualms about putting across what I went through as long as my words do not strike you as toxic since that’s not my motive behind writing this.
I want you to get the mere idea through my experience if you haven’t experienced it for yourself, that not everything can work out for you the same way it did for others. And that’s okay.
You don’t need to stake everything you have just for love. If it requires you to lose your very self to win someone’s love, it’s not worth it. Love is not worth losing yourself. So try being patient with life and love.
Do things your way and the rest will follow. Love, worth keeping, would follow if it’s meant to. Don’t worry about it. Worry about yourself and your emotional well being. Save yourself. Save yourself a little love if not all of it. You’ll win one day, I can’t say about the game of love but of course you can win the life. You can win yourself. And trust me it’s worth more than you might think.
What’s your take on love? I would love to know. If you enjoyed reading it do hit the clap. That means something to me.
