Love
Love is a strange thing. Two people fall in love, and then they both fall apart. Two people fall in love, but one falls harder. One falls in love first, and then another one falls after. Two people fall in love, but one falls out. Two people get together, but were never really in love. Two people fall in love, and then fall apart, but eventually find their way back to each other again. Two people fall in love, one of them, then, falls for another.
I think what probably is the most mysterious thing in the world is love. Having experienced it, I'm pretty sure that I'm not the only one, who can say that love is the one thing that can bring so much joy, and so much pain.
Love is the one thing that pushes us to great depths. A love of a father who painstakingly does his best to provide for his children, a love of a daughter, who drops everything and travels across the world to help out a sibling, a love of a friend, who constantly gives support to another friend, a love of a lover, who grows alongside their lover.
These past few weeks, I've questioned high and low within myself about what love is. Love is strong, it is powerful, it lifts us up and pulls us down. Love is kind, and just. Love is betrayal and fear. Love is lost, and love is found. Love dies, but can also rekindle. But love is not just a feeling, it's hard work. It's energy, time, commitment. It is sometimes a need, and sometimes a want. Loving, and being in love is not the same. Love is forgiving. Love is anger, frustration, patience and kindness. Love blinds us of reality, but also takes us on journeys far beyond our imagination.
They say if you love someone, never let them go, hold on to them as hard as you can. They also say, if you love someone, let them go, and if it's meant to be, you will both find your way back to each other.
Sometimes, we hurt the people we love the most, because of love. But we also bring happiness to the people we love, because of love.
Is love a monster? yes. Is love a weapon? yes.
Is love one of the most beautiful thing in the world? yes. I believe it is.
I don't think love is worth giving up on. The slightest ember, can still burn bright once again. When a fire dies, a new one can ignite. When a flame burns, it can get brighter, and it can be extinguished.
Love is a mystery, that plays tricks with us, and confuses us. But love, is also clear, and full of clarity.
How wonderful it is, the existence of love. How painfully, beautiful love is.
I think what probably is the most mysterious thing in the world is love. Having experienced it, I'm pretty sure that I'm not the only one, who can say that love is the one thing that can bring so much joy, and so much pain.
Love is the one thing that pushes us to great depths. A love of a father who painstakingly does his best to provide for his children, a love of a daughter, who drops everything and travels across the world to help out a sibling, a love of a friend, who constantly gives support to another friend, a love of a lover, who grows alongside their lover.
These past few weeks, I've questioned high and low within myself about what love is. Love is strong, it is powerful, it lifts us up and pulls us down. Love is kind, and just. Love is betrayal and fear. Love is lost, and love is found. Love dies, but can also rekindle. But love is not just a feeling, it's hard work. It's energy, time, commitment. It is sometimes a need, and sometimes a want. Loving, and being in love is not the same. Love is forgiving. Love is anger, frustration, patience and kindness. Love blinds us of reality, but also takes us on journeys far beyond our imagination.
They say if you love someone, never let them go, hold on to them as hard as you can. They also say, if you love someone, let them go, and if it's meant to be, you will both find your way back to each other.
"Some of the greatest human sins, were committed in the name of love" - Robert Langdon, Inferno, Dan Brown
Sometimes, we hurt the people we love the most, because of love. But we also bring happiness to the people we love, because of love.
Is love a monster? yes. Is love a weapon? yes.
Is love one of the most beautiful thing in the world? yes. I believe it is.
I don't think love is worth giving up on. The slightest ember, can still burn bright once again. When a fire dies, a new one can ignite. When a flame burns, it can get brighter, and it can be extinguished.
Love is a mystery, that plays tricks with us, and confuses us. But love, is also clear, and full of clarity.
How wonderful it is, the existence of love. How painfully, beautiful love is.
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