You can’t live halfway between love and indifference. One or the other has to win in the end.
I’ve been thinking about this more and more lately because I continue to struggle to love in the ways I’d like to. A year ago this week, I wrote something fairly long about love in the broadest sense — and it’s something I’m still trying to come to terms with.
The natural way of this world is to ultimately experience something worse than hate. It’s for indifference, but it’s broader than that. The way of the world leads to a cold, hardened and callous heart. Hate can sometimes be part of it, but in its most extreme form, it’s indifference and a complete lack of feeling anything.
I believe we ultimately face two choices.
On one side, there is turmoil, anger, envy and judgment. Most “realistic people” — who have had their hearts hardened by disappointment in others — default to living closer to hate than to love, but ultimately they settle into a cold indifference.

How could a stranger at sunset possibly know what I had to say?
How can you help someone who doesn’t really want to keep living?
Surreal dream wakes, shakes me; which is reality, which is dream?
NOTEBOOK: Why do so many libertarians need One True Way?
Goodbye, Daddy
Political satire works best when exaggerated truth is at its core
Time and maturity should change what we believe we need in mates
We frequently go back to the past hoping to find a different future