Has anyone ever done an accounting for the net effects of love in the world?
That seems like a shocking question. How could anyone think of love as anything be positive?
But if I assay my life I find that one the whole love has been anything but positive. Sure, there have been a few good times. But I also look back on at least one shattering breakup and one instance of heartbreaking unrequited love, both of which hurt every day for months after they happened. The most recent of these two events is now fourteen years in the past, and the memory of both is still painful. They hurt enough that I’m at least partly convinced that it would have been better never to have fallen in love at all. With anyone. I feel this way often. At least there are at least some other people who are honest enough to admit this as well.
If we look around the world what do we see? We see loneliness. And heartbreak. And people stuck in nasty, abusive relationships they can’t break out of. Or people who, in the words of Lady Blessington, have for a month of honey condemned themselves to lifetimes of vinegar. Add in the violence and frightful behavior of people tormented by love and you have worldwide one nasty picture.
Has anyone ever done an honest accounting for the net effects of love in the world?