Love as a Force

I’ve been thinking about love lately—not as something soft or sentimental, but as a force, a kind of energy that holds the universe together. In my world, love is the strongest force there is. Maybe it even is the universe.

In its most vibrant form, love doesn’t hold people rigidly in place. It allows movement, space, and freedom. It draws people together while letting them breathe. In my last marriage, I felt like we were bound by a fixed rod—there was little room for independent movement. That’s not how love works.

Society, in many ways, seems designed to resist this force. So much in our culture keeps people separated, wary, and guarded. Love, in its purest form, challenges that separation. It is feared and fought against because it demands presence, vulnerability, and connection.

Even in personal moments, I see this tension. I feel judged for not living up to ideals I share with others, yet I also see the constraints around me—commitments, circumstances, the well-being of children. Love is here, too, in the way we navigate these realities. It doesn’t vanish; it moves with us, shifts, and holds us.

Love is a force. It moves. It heals. It binds not by pressure, but by its sheer gravity. And maybe the truest work we can do in life is to let it move freely, in ourselves and in others.