Don’t you see? Despite the number of times we’ve gotten our hearts broken, despite our mother’s warnings and the blood on our skinned knees, despite everything: so many of us still believe in love. So many of us have this unbeatable hope pounding in our chest that somewhere amongst the ribcages of seven billion other people, there is at least one soul which could tune to ours and make us feel like we were music instead of misery.
Don’t you see? We have been hurt more times than we’ve been healed and so many of us keep standing up and waiting for that one person to come into our lives: the best friend you can eat four pounds of gummy bears with, the lover who has memorized the texture of your fingertips, the teacher who convinces you that you’re actually talented.
Don’t you see? We could have been so selfish as a people. We could have evolved without compassion. We could have made our society shaped out of breeding partners instead of the tenderness of soul mates. Instead we all decided to share our hearts, to share our stories, to share our passions and hobbies and ideas. We knew it could lead to failure and we did it anyway because the act of giving made us more alive than anything. Love is thrilling because it’s risky.
Don’t you see? We made art. We could have been a people of strict science and numbers. But we couldn’t live without poetry, without music, without libraries where we could fall in love with a fictional character, without naming the planets as if they were gods, without seeing the beauty in atomic function, without dancing outdoors and shouting at the stars, without singing in our showers, without hugging our fathers, without loving fast and loving far and loving hard most of all.”