Love can be dangerous, sinful, and untimely, yet it would be a mistake to make love contingent on consequences. The choice is never whether we fall in love, but what we do when it happens. It’s rare to find a person, or a passion, that captivates so completely that we dare throw caution to the wind. Fear will always be a factor, holding us back from loves embrace. However, if we can’t escape it’s calling, and continuously revisit the idea, we need to surrender our reservations and explore freely. It’s going to be frightening, but love requires vulnerability. 

Bukowski said it best; ”find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains.”

In less malevolent terms, our time on this earth is finite and we’re all going to be consumed by something. If anything, it should be in pursuit of something we love because the very act of loving nourishes us. It destroys and rebuilds. It slays the version of ourselves that longs for the change we seek. It exhausts the excuses that have kept us anxious. And nothing kills anxiety quicker than action. So always choose love without the fear of consequence.