Why does there always have to be roadblocks? Why is there always that turn that comes out of nowhere and throws your perfectly maintained balance off? Why do the good things get thwarted by the bad, making way for doubt and confusion to set in? It's so eay to smile again after something sets you off the tracks like that but that doesn't mean that it is easy to genuinely forgive and forget. It's these "offsettings" that make one wonder if feeling deeply is worth the pain that comes with the expiration of all feelings. It all hurts at one point or another. Is it worth it?
In The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks (don't judge=)), we read about Ronnie's deep passions and her deep animosities. She goes through periods of deep hatred towards different secondary characters that she thinks have betrayed her. She hates deeply and at first that made me dislike her character. Then I thought about it and realized that she didn't just hate deeply, she loved deeply too. This story illustrates beautifully the wonders of the ability to feel and the scale on which it balances.
Even if there was a world with no pain, would that Utopia be worth the loss of love and passion and commitment-even when they put you at risk for disappointment? That's something to think about when your heart is stuck between the solidity of disappointment and the rock-hardness of resentment. When you're asking if it is worth it consider what you have already gone through to achieve this hard place. Prove yourself by showing love in every way possible, even during a trial of this sort, and maybe your trust will come again, bigger and more passionate this time.
That's what love is anyway, love is trust. When you offer your heart to someone you are showing ultimate trust in them. Your faith in them overcomes your need to shelter yourself from despondency. The same goes for getting excited about everyday things like concerts or a planted tree, or a painting that may or may not turn out so well. Would it be better to just never start a painting since it might turn out poorly? Would it be better to never become acquainted with someone since they could turn around and forget about you? Would it be better to forget about sitting down at the computer to write since what results may just be meaningless drivel?

Lydia