Love doesn’t work according to logic. It defies logic. At least in the way we typically think of logic. Love is logical in its own way. It’s just that it’s resistant to cold calculations.

Love is difficult to define. The way we feel about our children when imaging what it would feel like to lose them—that’s a decent description of love, rather than thinking of love in terms of romance.

Some say that love isn’t real. That it’s just in our head. That it’s a social construct. Or that it’s an evolutionary phenomenon that helps us survive. And some say that it’s divine. Regardless or which you believe is true, it’s hard to argue against the idea that life would be pointless without love. So at least live as though love is real—as though it’s divine. It breathes life into what can otherwise be a frustrating existence.