Love...

Love. I know, one of the most common of words that you would find in all walks of life today. There is love in songs, there is love in movies, there is love on TV, there is love on books, there is love on blogs and there is love that your friends talk about.

But is it really worth it?
Is it worth the pain?
Is it really worth all the praise that it gets?

Isn't love supposed to be a wonderful thing? Isn't love supposed to be good. Then why is the failure in love such a big crush? Love sounds like an addictive drug to me. It seems to have all the same symptoms.

When in love, you feel you are top of the world.
When taking drugs, you feel you are on top of the world.

When in love, you feel confident and do all your work to the best of your judgement.
When taking drugs too you feel confident enough to do things that you would normally not do.

When in love, you don't care about what people around you think.
When taking drugs too you don't care about what is happening around you.

When you fall out of love, you feel depressed and suicidal.
When you quit drugs too you feel depressed and suicidal.

I know that when you succeed in love, it helps you and drugs don't do anything of that sort. I know drugs are bad for our body and love is good. And I also know that this isn't a right comparison. But just look at the other side of love. When it fails........ Why is it such a horrible feeling? Why is it big enough to feel like the end of the world? Is love really worth all this?

I do love a lot of things around me. I love my dogs, I love my friends, I love my bike. But I don't love anyone (even me) that much that the loss would end the world to me.
I would be devastated if I lose my love, no doubt. I would be sad, I would cry. But I don't think I would lose my life for it.

Is any love worth this?

Maybe... But till proven otherwise I am going to stick to my decision that love is not worth it.