I was told not to think too much about love.

Obsess over it. Let it die the very fabric of my being. But do not think about it. Why,

after all, would I want to overanalyze the magic and mystery? Would this not reduce a storybook

to words and pages? I was told that I was incomplete, and was to search for another who would make me

whole. This search I was promised would lead me to a partner I would love and be happy with forever,

and our love and happiness not required for a good life. Yet these demands, these

stories and these questions feel restrictive and misleading. Why must I not think about what you say

is so important? Why must I believe a story I have seen end in tears countless times?

It is time we started taking control of love rather than letting love control us.

There is no one-size-fits-all approach given to us by nature.

Not everyone finds the one.

Not everyone wants to find the one.

And not all relationships need to last.

Nor must love always require us to be happy.

Imagine the lives we could craft if we loved proactively with honesty and

freedom. If we all did this together, we could choose what we wanted and not be pressured into

what we've been told is good. And given the importance of love, is this not worth a try,

even if the magic fades?

Music if the magic fades. Hello and welcome to episode 118 of the Pan-cast suffering from the problem of promiscuity.

I'm Jack Symes. I'm joined once again by the man beaming with Eudaimonic love. It's Mr. Olii-Mali.

Hello.

Marry him, you'll regret it. Don't marry him, you'll regret it. It's Mr. Andrew Horton.

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