I seem to have believed that fear is irrational and love is rational.
I’m pretty sure I’m wrong.
The more I think about it, the more irrational love is. I try to think about the reasons I love the people I love. Love my parents because they have given me so much. I love my dearest friend because she is incredibly impressive and supportive. I love some people because they make me laugh. But, really, when we try to get down to the nitty gritty of our reasons for loving others, I don’t think we can put our fingers on the exact reason/s we love people. Love is irrational to both the lover and the beloved.
Fear, on the other hand isn’t always irrational. Some of us have a fear of heights. Falling usually doesn’t end well. A fear of spiders has some value to it and being afraid of the dark makes sense because there are unknown things in dark places. Like spiders. We can match up reasons with most of our fears. We might be really afraid of losing something we hold dearly to our hearts. We are often afraid of the unknown–possibilities of the future, new jobs, unfamiliar paths. This all makes sense. Completely rational.
Fear is rational and love just doesn’t make sense.