There is nothing rational about being in a relationship, betting on love. That is, of course, If you define rational as seeking out that which doesn’t harm you. Complicate your life. Change. A relationship is complicated. Requires work. It is inevitably going to face death: the death that change implies. A life that wasn’t. A life that used to be, but now isn’t. But what’s ridiculous is not this notion of a relationship, but rather the notion of rationality: expecting that it could be any different. Expecting that it could be static. Frozen forever in time. It can’t. Love can’t. Life can’t. There will always be loss. Even in success. Even in happiness. Nothing is ever certain. No one is ever certain. That is a fact. Now, if one must learn to deal with this fact –which is for many, of course, a point of controversy–, what are the relevant questions one must ask? What are the type of solutions that one must design? When love becomes change, when love becomes loss, when love becomes death, love too becomes an enterprise. An adventure. A journey. An eternal construction. There’s is never a there, there. Except for a kiss. A smile. A glance of pride: we’ve made it this far. Want to go again? Love isn’t a picture, but a film. Many films. It’s many stories. Sometimes with the same person. Hopefully –many of us think– with the same person. It’s always ending, and it’s always beginning. It’s always becoming. Love is. Living is. That’s why it is about construction. Lessons learned. Memories acquired. Tasks surpassed. Projects completed. Wisdom. Empathy. Solidarity. Companionship. Imagination. The tools of emotional builders. Not because there is no destruction, but because even in destruction, one creates meaning. Love is the creation of meaning even in the face of destruction. Love is transcendence. It’s the ability to find beauty where there is none. Faith when darkness reigns. Life in death. Love.