The most beautiful pieces of art came from the strongest felt emotions by humans.
Anger.
Pain.
And love.
And oh, what a beautifully complex recipe is born when you combine those ingredients in one pot. Just one person. And somehow you get addicted to it. You can’t escape it. You say you will take it back away when you’re hurt. That hurt ends up somehow becoming a milestone. A memory. An achievement. That you made past it.
You can’t escape this. Swans mate for life. Sea otters hold hands so they don’t drift apart. Penguins wait months for each other while carrying their one offspring.
Our world is filled with it. It thrives on it. It’s nothing without it.
The biggest marketing campaign is love. The beginning of life is love, and so is the end of it. The most celebrated festival is just love, no matter what day it is.
We humans think that we are so powerful, feeling like we do not need it. Thinking of it as a second, third or even last priority. But crumble and fold like origami when even touched by it.
As beautiful as it sounds, it’s just as painful. Screaming, crying. It’s a rose garden filled with thorns. You will forget who you were and who you thought you knew. It is, in fact, the most absurd feeling that it seems almost as if it shouldn’t exist.
But when the double-decker bus that this feeling is, does hit you, you realise why they fought the wars and lost their minds. The greatest pieces of art are born out of love, fear, pain and anger.
We are not the intellectual beings that we have described ourselves to be. A kiss on the sidewalk can mess up your digestion.
The woman who says that she needs no one, who does in fact is so high among people, melts when he gives his initial on a chain to be on her neck. And she wears it like a kingdom won in war.
All the love that we have is natural. Which is why it does, after all, end up making sense on why it exists. It’s our egos, anger, desires, expectations from life, and validation of others that mess up this natural state of being.
Love is the very foundation of human life. It is not a second chance or priority that you will have time for later.
It’s now or you lose it forever.
Just enough of it will make you crazy for all the right reasons when you do it right. Moving your whole life and giving up your old self just for your love to thrive is not crazy. It’s right. Because you only have love when you die.
People are born with three. Anger, Pain and Love. Die with only two things that they made people feel. Hate and love. In the minds of the ones we knew. In the pages of the books. on the frames of walls.
Love is an artefact carved from the bare hands of god and a gift to us.
Cherish it. You will be defined by the things that you love. Not things that you are scared of or that you hate. Have love for yourself and give it back to the ones who stick around, don’t hold it back.
Ever.
