“ When we are in love, we are also kind of sad. There is a sadness to the ecstasy. Beautiful things can sometimes make us little sad. And its because what they hint at is the exception, a vision of something more, a vision of a hidden door, a rabbit hole to fall through, but a temporary one. And I think, ultimately, that is kind of the tragedy. That is why love, simultaneously fills up with melancholy. That is why sometimes I feel nostalgic over something I haven’t lost yet, because I see its transience.
So how does one respond to this?
Do we love harder?
Do we squeezes tighter?
Or do we embrace the Buddhist creed of no attachment ?
Do we pretend not to care that everything and everyone we know is going to be taken away from us?”
