In fact, we all love each other. Some more, some less. Some love those they know well, some love at a distance, and some love without knowing each other at all. Some love through peace, some – through war. We all love each other. Some love with their soul, some – with their heart. Some love with every cell of their body, some – with their mind. Some love by being thankful, some – by being ungrateful. Some love and miss their loved ones, wishing to be with them; some love, while mocking open feelings, breaking somebody's heart, and watching it bleed and suffer.
We love each other, wishing ourselves and others to be happy, often without understanding what happiness means. We love each other, wishing others to be unhappy, not knowing how it feels to be in this abyss of misery and sorrow.
We love each other, trying to win the affection of others at whatever the cost, or love, while pushing others away right up to the last moment and until the last tear has been shed.
We love each other with a strange and seemingly inexplicable love. And it may well be that we will never realize how talented our love is, and how different and diverse it can be. After all, everyone knows how to love in just the way they have been taught by their parents, schoolmates, co-workers, partners, spouses and children. To do more is beyond us, because the more we want to know, the more we need to learn – it is as simple as that.
We love when we feel like it, and for as long as we like. We love according to our imagination. And it is not always that our fantasies match those of our loved ones or of people we know little or nothing about.
We love, no doubt about it, because we have been created in love, in the image and likeness of the power that has created us. This power has given each of us unique qualities, which, in terms of priorities, are not inferior to the creative power in question.
We love each other, we are conceived in love. No matter how long this love lasts. The purpose of this love is that it continues throughout our life's journey so that we can explore, experience and develop various emotions. We are all born from the precious womb of nature, and it is no longer sensible to compare the degree of love of those who have been loved by this womb, or who have been hated, left behind or are still considered as a stone that is hoped to be thrown away.
We love each other to teach even more knowledge and wisdom of that love. We do this to share our feelings as we are all geniuses giving the world works of our talents.
We love each other – this is the essence of our perfection. This is our scourge, our lesson to learn from, our experience, our core, our development, our fall and our rise, every new rise even if it is the last one.
We love each other – it is so simple, and yet so difficult. We can love as much and as easily as we can not love. However, what we can do is wish ourselves the best love possible if the love we have does not let us live our lives to the full.
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