Behind all the faces, the lies, drama, the stealing and sobbing, all I can see is desperate people in need of love. Everywhere I look, desperate, craving to be loved.
We are all desperate, in need of infinite love. Like your own personal drug, you can’t get enough.
We only want more.
Desperate souls. They get lost in ambitions, power, like sick people expecting health out of the wrong medicine. Like it’s gonna ease the pain and loneliness inside.
Are we really that dumb? Is it really that obvious?
Like oxygen to our body is love to our souls, indispensable.
This is what we say about love: it drugs us, it kills us… Well, does it kill us?
Drugs destroy our bodies, our minds, brains, hearts. It make us dependent. It make us needy. So if love is the drug of the soul, does it destroy it or does it heal it? Could love be the problem and the solution at once? The infection and the medicine?
Or does maybe love choose who to heal and who to wound?
Love is our salvation and our perdition, our redemption and our doom.
Love is the only way. Without love, we’ve got nothing, we’ve got no one, we haven’t got ourselves.
Why are we so blind to the infinite love that surrounds us all? Why is it so hard for us to see it, when it can’t be more obvious?
True love could do no harm, knows no evil.
Everyday, we are challenged to see how true our love can be, what level of pureness can our soul achieve by the love we give and get back.
So how was your love today? Were you high on love or torn to pieces?
You know what they say: a new day is a new beginning.
