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.

Industrial age relic: Do companies pay for your time or your brain?
Need for love drives behaviors; for me, old needs make me eat
Little girl’s face and colorful sky have power to pierce my heart
All I wanted was to be your hero, but I still haven’t found my way
Door in my dream keeps trying to take me to the life I’ve needed
Suicide’s what happens when you can’t find reasons to keep living
My father’s embezzling started and ended my media company
My mother was more impressive than my father led me to believe