Love is Always Timely

The other day, I posted some updates to my erotic romance novel. In the wake of goings-on abroad in the world, it seems untimely. Perhaps ironically, I couldn’t disagree more.
Times are crazy. I know. But they always are. There’s never really been a time when times weren’t crazy.
So be in love.
That’s the answer and it always has been. Ideologues will rise and fall. Dynasties will crumble. Even gods eventually fade into obscurity, leaving behind curious lore for school children. Maybe a planet named after them.
But love is constant, sine qua non. Love is to the soul as bread to the body. Without it we die. Or at best, we don’t live, we just bide our time.
I know it sounds bromidic. It’s easy to get caught in the undertow of prevalent fear and negativity. Wherever your head points, your heart will follow.
When times are crazy, that is when we most need to focus on love. Crazy love. Passionate, prolific, fiery, sincere, unfettered, unapologetic, epic fucking love.
I worry about the slippery slope, too. The Nietzschean and the Pyrrhic struggles. To me, the best way to resist is not to tirelessly debate, but to lead instead by example. To show that the ideal is tenable, not merely cerebral.
I suppose I’m a hopeless romantic. But I’m ok with that. It’s better than being a hopeless nihilist. I always have something to fight for.
So read more romance yall. Thoughtful, passionate, fiery, unfettered, epic fucking romance. It sounds crazy. I know. But timely.

