Life,
you offer this ride of whirlwind emotions and plenty of experiences that always lead me to the same direction.
And that is love.
Not the love that wanders around to be known or wanted.
Not the love that seeks another to fulfill our inner extasies.
Not the love that is selfish.
Not the love that changes to hate when things don't go our way.
Not the love that gives without taking for wisdom teaches us receiving is just as special as giving.
Love can have many definitions and many ways of expressing.
Love can appear as love when in fact its infatuation or a desire.
But love,when real and sincere, not because its perks, but because of the profound compassion and gratitude, can instill such peace.
True love is when we can see the profoundness in the other, not just their physique.
True love is when we cry when they cry and when caring is the only and biggest principle.
Love is kind and humble.
Love is a deeper knowing that in us is forever regardless of the weather.
Love is forgiving.
Love is honest.
Love allows "mistakes" because it knows that is how we live and learn in life.
Love flowers life.
Life flowers love.
Love is a smile from the heart.
Love is not just romantic.
It is how we treat ourselves, it is how we treat all others.
Love is when we hug our beloved kitten and our heart becomes warm and soft.
Love is when we never give up when the other needs our support.
Love is great when the intentions behind the intentions is pure.
Love is not needy, its just shared mutually.
Love is grand.
Fear is sorrow.
Which one will we live by today?