And at that moment, I felt the paradox of love, long before I heard Esther Perel’s definition of it. This sense of unease that no matter how hard I try I will never truly be satisfied. Everything in the world is so at odds with itself and humans need all these unhappy contradictions in order to exist. No one likes getting out of bed, but if you never did, you’d be sad. Exercise feels awful but improves your mood. Love makes you want security, but when you get it, it’s boring.
