Love

Why should we keep loving? Why should we always care? And if we do, why is it seen as weakness. Why? If loving someone is so hard, why is love mocked, belittled or betrayed? I suppose if great love is self-sacrificing, it will hurt. I suppose that anything involving great risk (such as love) will be accompanied by great loss. I guess they who mock those that love, do so because they themselves cannot fathom love, they cannot be vulnerable to love, cannot be humbled for love. And this although common is a great tragedy: not to have love and worse, to have lost it.