Is falling in love "falling" at all?
Falling is helpless. Falling is an accident and can prove deadly or injurious.
Why is love not a choice? Is it something we make happen or does it happen to us?
Is there hidden in our very nature; our heredity, our unknown interior being a secret chemistry we cannot fight?
I say the notion of falling in love is bred into us by centuries of Romanticism in our culture our art, music and literature. Arranged marriages held sway for millennia. But, I also think we do not fully ___choose__whom we are strongly attracted to. I believe we can only fight participation in that longing and that passion. I assert we either seize the object of our passion or we run from it into the arms of someone less powerfully in control of our emotions.
That is what I think. I want to know what you think.