love is a practice
What they don’t teach you is individuals who genuinely like themselves are some of the safest people you can meet
To become a safe place for all- life’s biggest project
Elizabeth Gilbert (@elizabeth_gilbert_writer) reflects on how she stays connected to the people she’s lost. On this week’s Wild Card with Rachel Martin, Gilbert talks about why she wants herself and others to be shown mercy.
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“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive.” – Anaïs Nin
If life has no ultimate meaning, as Camus argued, what place does love have in it?
When nothing lasts, why bother building something as fragile as intimacy?
These aren't rhetorical questions, they're the raw terrain of absurdism. And yet, Camus didn't respond with despair. He responded with revolt.
Romantic love is obsessed with "forever." But Camus would say forever is a lie we tell ourselves to escape uncertainty. In an absurd world, the myth of permanence is replaced by the act of presence. You don't promise eternity you show up, now, fully.
Camus wrote of "tenderness amid the void." He wasn't cynical. He believed meaninglessness could coexist with beauty even require it. When nothing is guaranteed, each act of kindness, every shared moment, becomes charged with quiet rebellion.
Absurdism doesn't allow control. You can't own time, outcomes, or even each other. Love under this view becomes an offering, not a contract. It's not about securing a future it's about choosing, again and again, without needing a reason beyond the choosing.
What happens when we stop trying to make love last forever, and start letting it be while it lasts? Maybe the fear of endings is what keeps us from fully beginning.
Maybe impermanence isn't love's enemy but its invitation.
If we embrace that we'll never fully know one another, never outrun change, never "complete" our relationships does that cheapen them? Or does it free us to meet each other without illusion, with honesty, and with awe?
Camus didn't find peace in answers. He found peace in the commitment to keep living and loving despite the lack of them.
Maybe that's the most faithful relationship we can have: not with permanence, but with presence.
What if absurd love is the purest kind because it expects nothing, but chooses everything anyway?
when you don’t risk at all you become bitter