Love is a Messy Thing by Haley Samuelson

Throughout life, we are presented with opportunity in different shapes and sizes. These particular opportunities transform into choices. Choices outline, and categorize us as individuals. Society varies in numerous ways, in relation to: perspective, demeanor, countanence, and appearance. Despite this, there is universality: happiness. Each person, distinctive, follows their own pursuit of happiness. Presenting myself with the mere question: What is real? The majority of teenagers have a warped perception of what is real. To bring the topic of love into a personal level, I'm intrigued by the intricacy. The idea of its fragility and strength combined into one formula that is endless. Being young, there is naivety within that is not deliberate, or there is any cure for. Where does love fit in the scheme of things? Wouldn't our lives hold serenity and meaning if we looked to what has no beginning and end as our reality? Love is a messy thing. There is need for maturity. It has to be taken care of, maintained, let alone pushed aside, or given minimal effort.