I think love is like a Rubix Cube. You have to keep moving the colors to line things up for success. The failure rate is astonishing.
The colors can be symbolic of the emotional spin we all do while in this manic state of the game. Yellow begins the bliss of the emotional high our bodies deliver to signal the attraction. It continues for at least a month just to get us hooked on the drug. I think we would all agree it is the heroin of choice in life.
Orange is a bit uncertain. It is no longer the Yellow phase, but not yet the Red of alarm. The evaluation stage after certain knowledge of another is gathered and processed. Is it lining up with another Orange? Yellow? Or does it resist moving away from Red?
Often it does not budge from Red no matter how we turn it in our hands. We struggle to line the Oranges up next to the Yellows because we want so desperately to win this game.
Well, they don’t, but the Reds begin their horizontal march along our perfect little cube. Red flags, Red dawn, Red Armies … it’s all the same warning that one so often fails to heed.
Enter the Blues. How can such a lovely color be synonymous with tears? The Blue squares circle the little cube like a choke chain. The game isn’t so fun anymore. The heroin has worn off, the Yellow is scattered and leaps out in bits here and there. All seems lost.
So you focus only on the White squares. They line up evenly on the ends of the cube next to the Blue, next to the Red, Yellow, and the Orange. White squares that line up to only other white squares amid a random mass of patterns and colors. White light, white flags. Surrender.
Yes, the failure rate is astonishing, but it is a complex game that involves skill, tenacity, memory, and a desire to master a cube of Yellow, Orange, Red, Blue, and White. They say you must use algorithms to transform only a small part of the cube without scrambling other parts that have already been solved. Perhaps best done while moving the Orange squares around, yet taking note the colors that remain firmly in place.
It is a compelling game and soon we begin to turn it in our hands once more and try again. It is a lot like love.
