In the face of a frustrated relationship—of any sort, familial, friendly, romantic, or co-working—you can gain objectivity in the engulfing sea of your emotions. In the deepest of relationships and the hottest of loves, in particular, there can be a tendency to have your eyes blinded and ears swathed and voice muffled in the electricity of passion. Passion is probably the most powerful drive in the world. Its inputs are love, fury, depression, exhilaration, nostalgia—anything that can be vibrantly experienced. Its outputs are heartfelt romance, incredible sculptures, suicides, mind-blowing novels, amazing resumes, or wars and mass destruction; anything profound.
There is only one master of passion, one tamer of its maelstrom. A something called Communication. And the most pivotal part of that communication is a something called Humor. Practically all true loves need almost as much humor as love, if you expect them to refrain from becoming false. Humor can be the glue, the caulking, the needle-and-thread, the oil that smoothes the gears, and whatever awfully romantic connotation you want to come up with here. One thing is certain: it mustn’t be underrated, ever.
Humor is what lets you get away with spilling a coconut cocktail all over the table and your partner’s crotch. It’s the awkward turtle signal you make with your hands when you’re in a please-ground-swallow-me-up situation. It’s what unfrazzles your nerves when you spill words, that can stain much more than juices or coffee. Humor is your lifejacket, your white flag, your yellow card that you wave at the ugly faces of fury and distress.
Passion makes the difference between merely being alive and truly living; humor makes the difference about whether or not your passion will one day blow you up in smithereens.
"Angreek87"
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