I'll start this out simply with one thought.
I don't know what this world would do without love. That's it. Love. The very much overly used, under valued word. The one thing that people fling around verbally even if they don't mean it in their heart, soul, or mind. The one thing that can kill, or heal, or break, and die, and then rebuilt from nothing.
Love.
Love is the one thing that keeps all of this worth every bit of it. Sometimes it makes us come to terms with the stranger that's in us or the monster we keep hidden. It can break our hearts bitterly. It can drive us mad. It can make us whole. It's the best medicine yet the most deadly poison. It is the most powerful above all other emotions, I truly believe. More powerful than hate or pride or pain for sure.
Hate you can feel, but most of the time it's buried. Pride you hold until you meet the one person that strips it away as if it never existed, then it's easy to swallow. Pain in only a vague memory that you can no longer pull to the surface.
Love. That's a whole other thing. Love can make you act, maybe out of hate or spite or justice. But it's none of those feelings that drive you. It is LOVE that takes the wheel. Love is the most deeply felt. The one thing we would die for in the name of. The one thing we can smile for or accept for or compromise for. It's the one thing we re evaluate ourselves for. And it's the only thing we become stupid for.
