Falling In Love
Why is it called ‘falling’?
Love is so fascinating, isn’t it?
One person begins to know another, and in a sweet and swirling harmony their conscious, their unconscious, their hormones, their brain, their heart, their body, their soul just falls entirely for them.
The romanticist in me loves the connotation of ‘falling’ in love. It’s so poetic. For it does feel like falling.
Every other connotation of falling is negative. Falling over and hurting yourself. I am lucky enough to have never experienced the common dreams of falling endlessly down through the air. The idea of falling makes you crawl up into your shell and hide.
But falling in love?
Why is falling used in this phrase, if it is such a negative action?
Firstly, falling is usually an accident. Falling over on a street, for example, is not something that you do intentionally. And falling in love is what you would also deem as an accident, in that you don't intend for it to happen.
I like to think that falling in love is — indeed — falling. Falling into both bliss and vulnerability simultaneously. One deemed as good, one as bad.
