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Life is Like a Landmine
You never know when it might explode
“To explode or to implode — said Qwfwq — that is the question: whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to expand one’s energies in space without restraint, or to crush them into a dense inner concentration and, by ingesting, cherish them...
I used to believe love was like a landmine, having heard it from an ex-lover. “Landmine,” he told me, because “you never know when it might explode.” I being the foolish lover believed that to mean love exploded your heart. Your feels. Your emotions. Your world. In a good way. But that same ex-lover dipped his foot into another’s pool, causing a ripple effect unto the world — well, unto my world. And that’s when it dawned on me that love is like a landmine, in regards to exploding without restraint, without question, without so much as a fuck given to the one enduring the suffering. To me.
I now believe life itself is like a landmine, even more so than love itself. Maybe part of why is because life is love, and love is life. Aren’t the two interchangeable? I’d argue: yes. Or maybe it’s because life itself expands and contracts nearly simultaneously as we go through space and time and time-space and thus, space-time. Life bursts itself through the origin of one tiny cell. ONE. tiny. cell. ONE! How fucking glorious is that, truly?! ONE.
