Isn’t love in and of itself irrational? Come to think of it, so is faith. Love is blind, as is faith. One can use their mind in matters of love, but if you overanalyze anything it dilutes passion and kills spontaneity—the spices of life. Existence challenges us to think with a certain amount of wisdom and to be guarded at times. However, without a sense of abandonment (giving in to emotion) we’ll never know potential. Romance isn’t romance without throwing yourself into the unknown amid a sense of adventure. Love isn’t love without embracing an individual under unconditional (and quite possibly, unlikely) expressions. Faith isn’t faith without following while not seeing what’s in front of you. I’m in love with the concept of love. To be irrational is to be human, not perfect.