In my modest opinion, one of the greatest pains a person can experience isn’t hunger, poverty, or even death, but to love in a world that doesn’t recognize it. To give your heart fully, only to find emptiness and silence in return.
Humans carry a big contradiction within them: they seek love even as they fear it; they long for closeness yet run from it; they adore another yet grow resentful toward them.
I wonder:
Is love a test of our strength or a scandal of our weakness?
Is the loneliness we flee from simply the natural consequence of unrequited love?