"Our souls separated at birth and are on a mission to find each other in our lifetime," is one theory. But even less romantic, "We were made to spread our legs and reproduce."

Can't really say why love exists but I can say it's definitely not the most important thing at this point in life.

We hear it all the time, this idea planted into our head by society that everyone gets a happy ending. We have to love someone in order to be happy or have some worth. Disney fills young girls' mind with the hopeless idea that one day our Prince Charming will arrive on a white horse willing to give you the fairy tale ending you've been dreading for. A scenario was written by talented script writers. But then I ask myself well who writes my story, who decides if I end up happy or not? Who ends up loving me? Simple questions with the complex answer of myself.

At this point in our lives, everyone tells you that you're broken if you're not intimately loved by a person. But why? There's so much to live for. Adventure, travel, writing, and so much that could be prevented by the obstacle of love. Don't get me wrong, love is a beautiful thing — and for those who easily found it you deserve it. But I'm not broken because I know my worth; the world is broken for telling me that in order to be successful I have to be loved. Success is what we make of it, whether it be landing your dream job, buying your parents a house or, after all, living behind the white picket fence. The only type of love that has to do with success is self-loving because at the end of the day this is our life and love should be an option, not a stepping stone.

So even though love is a beautiful thing, it's not the only thing. We must understand that there's so much more than just loving a person there's a life worth living instead.