Madness

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness. 
― Friedrich Nietzsche

It's been awhile since I've been in love. Like really in love, the kind that feels like madness, overwhelming and consuming. I think I miss it? Sometimes? Most other times I'm content to have my dalliances and my many friends and spend my energies chasing down other dreams.  

But I've been in this groove for awhile and continuing on this same path goes against my general life philosophy, which is that if I'm already good at something it's time to let it go and try something new.

I don't like continuing to do things once I've achieved a certain level of competence. Sometimes it's because I'm bored because there's nothing new to learn but sometimes it's because I hunger to be on that edge of uncertainty that comes with trying and failing and trying again. Of course liking that  edge is it's own kind of madness but I can find reason in that madness and willingly subject myself to career and life upheaval far more easily than subjecting myself to emotional upheaval.  

The idea of emotional upheaval makes me uncomfortable... which probably means it's time to try it.