On Love, by poet David Whyte "Life seems to ask us to fall in love in many different ways: with a person, a place, a work, or even, a far-off life we can only imagine for ourselves. In desiring many of these deeper states of belonging and intimacy, none of us are ready for what we have to give up to get what we want. Before receiving our rewards, taking the path of love always has its costs and its vulnerabilities but refusing the path of love also has its steep costs and its equivalent and often demonstrated wounds. Whether we refuse love or risk ourselves in love there is actually no sincere path a person can take without having their hearts broken. We live and move most courageously through life by risking ourselves and by putting ourselves in some peril for a worthwhile goal, a worthwhile person, or a worthwhile life. Love may seem to be always about transactions, for good and for bad, but the exchanges in real intimacy are far deeper, far more disturbing and far more nouris...