The other day I started wondering about something.

Is love… actually improbable?

If you think about it statistically, the whole thing is kind of ridiculous.

There are over eight billion people on this planet. Somehow two of them — often from completely different backgrounds, cities, families, and personal quirks — cross paths at just the right moment in time.

And then what?

Against all odds, they decide they like each other.

A lot.

Enough to rearrange their lives, share their secrets, tolerate each other’s strange habits, and maybe even argue about the correct way to load the dishwasher.

When you really look at it that way, the odds of romantic love happening at all seem pretty slim.

And yet… it keeps happening.

Two people meet and something sparks.

But romantic love isn’t the only improbable miracle. Think about the soulmates who arrive as friends, family members, or even the furry creatures who somehow find their way into our hearts and beds (in my case, Max and Banana). The forms may differ, but the experience of loving deeply is just as real.

Which makes me wonder if maybe we’ve been looking at love the wrong way.

Maybe love itself isn’t improbable.

Maybe what’s rare is our willingness to practice it.

Because love isn’t only the lightning-bolt moment when two people lock eyes across a crowded room.

More often, it’s a series of very small choices.

Choosing patience instead of irritation.
Curiosity instead of judgment.
Kindness instead of being right.

In other words, love may not be some magical force that occasionally drops out of the sky.

It might simply be something we decide to embody.

Which is why this week, as part of my little Being Love Experiment, I’m asking myself a simple question:

What would it look like to practice being love today?

Not perfectly.

Just intentionally.

Because maybe love isn’t improbable at all.

Maybe what’s rare is remembering to practice it.

Knowing You Are a Purveyor of Big Love,

Arielle