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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
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What is love? People have always wondered what love is; they are still searching for an answer to this question desperately, they devote stories, poems and songs to love, trying to describe it with words. One call it the most beautiful thing on the Earth, holy and pure; the others depict is as an endless pain for a heart, true love for them is just a beautiful fairy-tale in which they tend to believe like children when there is nothing left – no strength, no hope, no light in front of them. Some say love is a feeling, and a feeling is a mystery that very often can’t be understood, can’t be revealed, hence we can’t describe love, can’t define it. But everything is simpler – they all can claim to be right. A loving heart has found the answer to the question that has tormented us for so long – love is... everything. All the common sense is behind these four letters. Love is the world we live in – it is the only power that keeps our planet spinning, it is stronger than everything that can ever ruin the world, it is evidently the only humane thing that brings us together and inspires us not to destroy the last, but to create the most. Love is us – it is deep inside every person’s heart and soul, it lives even in a broken, even in a rotten heart; the way the person shows it tells everything about him, for only in love a person opens up and reveals his true colors rather than wears a mask. Love is the mirror of everyone’s soul - it is the greatest trial, it is a battle in which we do not only take part, but see ourselves as just passive onlookers at the same time. Looking in this mirror, everyone reveals his new “I”, the reflection that the person sees leaves him much to think over, so love is plenty of thoughts. These thoughts, sooner or later, make us realize that love is the essence of our life – it is something that always comes first, not letting anything else rule this life. Love is intuition that shows us the way, it is insight that brings us to the people we’ve been searching for so long, it helps us see their souls through their eyes, it makes us understand the person’s nature, it makes us able to help anyone who ever needs help. Love is experience, love is knowledge – being in love, we go through everything for two at a time. Love is our hope, our last strength, the light in front of us - when everything falls apart right in front of us, it still makes us move forward and believe in the best. Love is the most precious gift, ever given to us by destiny – it has inspired great authors to create their masterpieces, it has taught us to see the wonders around us and appreciate every minor thing; when we love, everything around is a beauty for an eye. But it is a torment, it is bitter tears and great longing – even a minute without the one we love seems to be infinity; if love is not shared, it is always too much for one heart, so, overfilling this heart, it becomes a burden. Love is often a never understandable grief, it makes us cry a thousand tears and then wonder: “What I was crying for?” Love is pain... pain of one that is multiplied on two. At last, love is eternity – through years and centuries it was and will always be alive. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
And for some of us "God is love". The implication is that without him we don't truly understand what love is. Interesting write. Peace.  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, |
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