How different is love than any other experience? How could something be so difficult and ugly, but yet so beautiful and gentle?
To be loved is the greatest blessing, even if it’s love from yourself.
Throughout all points in life, we all love something.
You can love your family and the time you spend with them.
You can love your friends and the laughs that you share.
You can love your partner and the romance and bond that you have with them, which can’t be compared with anyone else.
You can love the people who are close to you and the care you share. Even if they are not your friend, it is always comforting to have a reaching hand towards you.
You can love the physical world and all the materialistic aspects it has to offer.
But if you don’t love any of these things, then maybe you can at least love yourself. And show yourself the care, understanding, and patience you don’t find worthy to share with anybody else or any other thing.
And if you don’t love yourself, other people, or any object, then you have death to love.
The slow destruction of yourself through self-pity, self-harm, and negative ways to cope with inconveniences. The slow process of killing oneself. And suicide is there, waiting to care for you.
But whatever you love, everyone loves something.
Because apart from emotions or feelings, love is an inevitable, permanent action everyone must experience that changes its course throughout its impact on our lives.
