Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason

“Do not seek the because — in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.” — Anaïs Nin

In this haunting and radiant truth, Anaïs Nin, the poetess of the soul’s secret chambers, speaks of love not as a problem to be solved, but as a mystery to be lived. She declares that in the realm of love, logic falls silent, and reason bows before wonder. To “not seek the because” is to abandon the mind’s hunger for clarity, and to surrender instead to the heart’s ancient language — the language that asks for nothing, demands nothing, but simply is. For love does not arise because of beauty, or virtue, or convenience; it is born of a divine chaos, a sacred spark that leaps between souls without permission or plan.

Anaïs Nin, who lived her life at the intersection of passion and art, wrote these words from the deep wells of her own experience. She was a woman of fierce emotion, unafraid to dwell where feeling outweighed form, where the soul ruled over the intellect. To her, love was not a transaction but a revelation, something that defied explanation precisely because it came from the eternal. In her world, to love was to lose oneself — not foolishly, but profoundly — in the recognition that the heart knows truths the mind cannot grasp.

The ancients, too, knew this mystery. The Greek philosopher Plato wrote in his Symposium that love is born of lack, that it drives us toward the divine because it awakens within us a yearning that no reasoning can satisfy. He, like Nin, understood that love lives outside the realm of logic — that to demand an explanation for love is like asking why the sun rises, or why music moves us to tears. Love is not an equation; it is an element. It exists because it must, and it burns because it is fire.

Consider, too, the timeless story of Romeo and Juliet. Their love defied reason, family, and fate. There was no “because” to their affection — no logic could justify it, and none could destroy it. Theirs was love in its purest form: spontaneous, reckless, divine. It brought both ecstasy and tragedy, yet through them, love revealed its truth — that its purpose is not to preserve life, but to make life worth living. In their union, fleeting though it was, they glimpsed eternity.

Anaïs Nin’s words remind us that when we demand reasons for love, we diminish its sacredness. We turn what is infinite into something measurable, something small. The heart does not love because it has calculated a return; it loves because it must — because it recognizes itself in another. When we try to explain why we love, we lose touch with the divine mystery that gives love its power. Love is not a philosophy; it is a presence.

So let this be your teaching: when love finds you, do not question it. Do not ask, “Why me? Why now?” For love has no timetable, no boundaries, no formulas. Let it arrive as the dawn does — unbidden yet inevitable. Feel it fully, and let it teach you to see the world not with the mind’s eye, but with the soul’s. The heart that surrenders to love’s mystery becomes infinite, while the heart that seeks reasons grows narrow and afraid.

Therefore, live not as one who dissects love, but as one who dwells in it. Love another not because they are perfect, but because they are alive — as you are alive, flawed and radiant. Give your love without measure, without question, and without fear. For in doing so, you will touch that which lies beyond all reasoning — the pulse of eternity beating within the human heart.

And when doubt whispers in your ear, when the world demands explanations, remember Anaïs Nin’s wisdom: “Do not seek the because.” For love is the one miracle that requires none — no reason, no explanation, no solution. It is the purest truth of all: the union of two souls in the vast silence where words end, and only being remains.