Helplessness Is Its Name

One day…
Some twilight evening or through the hazy lanes of a golden afternoon, love will enter your life for the first time. Like a cyclone tearing through everything, love for someone will awaken in your life with fierce intensity for the very first time.

You'll be ready to pull down the sky beneath your feet, to cross mountains to reach the sea, or leap across oceans to the other shore—all for them. Just to hear a whisper from their lips, just to hold their hand for a moment, you'll want to sail across seven seas.

At their single word, you'll gamble with death itself; at their slightest gesture, you'll lose all sense.
The person you love so utterly, so completely—pouring out everything you have—that person will one day suddenly leave you behind.

That day, like earth slipping away beneath your feet, you'll suddenly drown in an ocean of melancholy.
The one around whom you've built your entire life—you'll lose them in an instant.
You'll wonder: does a person teach us to live with them only so they can disappear?

Then time follows its own rules—time begins to run out. In life's game of snakes and ladders, sometimes you fall far down into the serpent's mouth, sometimes you climb high up the rungs.
You'll break, you'll rebuild... losing yourself in life's rhythms and discord, only to find another version of yourself.
In all of this, you'll forget many roads from your past.

So many people come and go in your life—some touch your heart, others devour it. But you'll see that you never again love anyone with the same intensity as that first love, that first falling. No matter how hard you try, you simply cannot love that deeply again. Forget crossing oceans for someone—you won't even cross the canal beside your house... you won't want to.
No one's gesture moves you to tears anymore, you don't stay awake nights just to hear someone's voice. For no one does your heart pound inside your chest the way it used to.
. . . This is called helplessness.
The truth is, we never love anyone a second time the way we loved for the first time.
No—after a certain point, people merely fall into love, they don't fall into loving anymore!