The Things We Do For Love by Ashley Pannell

I gaze at the world and all the insidious things in it: all the wicked acts, all the horrible places - all the vile people. 

The world is full of such evil, such hate, such... Indifference

We all do such horrible things with these as our motivators. Because deep down, we are capable of despicable things. And we blame them on the same motivators: evil, hatred and indifference. 

And we're right because with these things at our side, we are able to do such sinful things. 

Evil compels us to do bad things and pretend they are good. 

Hatred can be a fire, blazing within our bones; a fire we use to burn our enemies and set the world alight. 

Indifference is perhaps the cruelest of all these three motivators, because it doesn't compel us to do bad things nor does it compel us to hate on our enemies. It does something far worse. It allows us to do nothing.

It allows us to watch on as horrible things happen in the world and do nothing.

It allows us to watch children cry in pain and fear and sadness and do nothing. 

It allows us to watch the world become more and more corrupt whilst we sit back and do nothing

And yet, all these three things pale in comparison to the most vicious of motivators and the purest of emotions: love.

Because love, in and of itself, is a beautiful thing. It inspires us to be the very best versions of ourselves. It demands that we put someone else's needs in front of our own and not only do we do this, we do it willingly because of how much we love that person. It can be the best feeling in the world and can cause us to change the world for the better.

But there's also a dark side to love; one that is entirely of our own making, because we, as humans, have a very tragic and horrible way of ruining the best and most innocent of things. 

It can compel us to do terrible, terrible things. It can inspire us to hurt.

To steal.

To take.

To crush.

To kill. 

We do things we thought we never could. 

We say things we never should.

We lose things, parts of ourselves, that we will never get back. 

Love. It can be an angel. An angel that saves us and protects us and looks after us. 

Love. It can be a demon. A demon that clings to us and whispers horrible words in our ears and tells us to give in to our dark impulses for those we care about. 

It's funny, isn't it? The terrible things we do for love.