Don’t deny it: we’re in love with Unrequited Love.
To experience Unrequited Love is a fundamental human experience. Experiencing Unrequited Love also preps a person to court its counterpart. Because of this I assert that we love Unrequited Love, whether we like it, care for it, or even recognize the fact.
Denial is no different. We all know that life is a crazy ride: full of wonder, light, magic, boredom, despair, and death. To make sense of its infinite incomprehensibility, we fling ourselves furiously at opiates (real or metaphorical) to quell our endless spring of questions.
Regarding opiates, Denial hangs lowest on the tree. It’s there to grab at any time, convenient or otherwise. Like a giant star, it both guides and burns, reflecting reality in so many ways one might eventually find comfort in denying that it even exists.
You see, to deny is a simple act, particularly if a person is either intellectually or morally deficient. Together with the outrageous idea that all people are equal, Denial legitimizes and hence propagates untruth, which then obfuscates purpose and vision.
Dangerous, indeed. So then, why do people continue to deny?
Let’s return to Unrequited Love. The truth is that people barely ever reflect the way they intend to project. This happens because they’re simply wrong, their timing is off, or other people don’t care. So to ward off insignificance (which can be hurtful), people shirk off any inklings of self-responsibility by voiding truth. In the resulting vacuum, neither life nor death can spring.
With this in mind, can Denial be considered as fundamental to life as Unrequited Love? Well, they’re the same thing, really: one (Unrequited Love) is simply the acute face, while the other (Denial) is Unrequited Love strung out over a lifetime.
Ladies and gentlemen, let’s not deny it: we’re all obsessed with voiding our fallibilities, which, unfortunately, comes at the price of allowing truth to bleed to metaphorical dust.