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I have questioned it, I have sought it, I have defined it, and I have found it. I have experienced it.

The concept that can wrack minds large and small with madness. The emotion that has sent countless nations to war. The four-letter word that has caused humanity so much pain, and so much joy.

I have written about this topic before, questioning and seeking the definition of this four-letter conundrum. I sought it out within the very depths of my heart and came to define it in such a way to leave not a splinter of doubt.
I have brought my being to the fountain of this word and let my cup overflow with its meaning, exulting at the sensation of so much raw emotion coursing through my veins with each warm beat of my heart.
I speak of course, about love.

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So much is lost and gained in this life, most pick their way through their journey with such care and precision at the simple fear of love and its effects. It is not uncommon to connect with someone, begin to delight in their presence and yet fear the future of those emotions.

Love.
Love has been defined. And it has been set free to writhe against the backdrop of the world and let itself manifest and take shape as it will. Such is the nature of love. It strikes like a storm out of a clear blue sky, and can stun and shock with its overwhelming power. It twists and pulls around the hearts of youth and old alike, squeezing and embracing with unrivaled strength.
It cannot be stopped, chained, caged, trapped, or forced. But it can be held, clung to, worked, felt, and destroyed.
Such is the nature of love.
Warming and chilling; soothing and chaotic.

I have done all these things to love. I have held it, danced and cried out in the pure joy of it. I have worked it to the bone, made it struggle against the heavy burden of contempt and duress. I have destroyed it, watched it weep in a darkened corner as the last vestiges of life drained from it like a shattered bowl.

Relationships are fickle, passions rise and fall and rise again with time. Sparks can be rekindled and flames doused with very little effort. Lust is strong and tender and beautiful but ultimately flawed by the sin of our bodies. Happiness and joy can be found and lost with the turning of the clock, to balance in time with anger and wrath.
But one word ties them all together. One emotion can tie them together with strings of gold and rust. Why is it then, that many fear this word above all others?

Why must humanity fear love, in any of its forms? The choice of great joy brings risk of great pain, but is it not worth it? Is not life itself nothing more than a physical manifestation of joy and pain? Do we not scuttle across the surface of this planet with little more intent than to find joy and avoid pain? We speed through a hundred years of existence, clawing our way towards our goals... for what? So that we may feel joy at our accomplishment? So that we may minimize our suffering? So that we may feel joy in the sight of others as they stare at us upon our conquered hill of dreams? Do we desire things just for the purpose to seek them, or are we beings of emotion? Seeking joy, seeking pride, seeking praise. Seeking love?

Why must we all forget that love is more than joy. It is pain. To love, you must feel joy. To love, you must feel pain. The sight of a loved-one in joy bestows joy. The sight of a loved-one in pain should bestow pain. Why must everyone avoid the pain? Ignore the sinister, more brutal side of the coin?
We are beings of emotion. We seek love and are willing to fool ourselves in search of that great word. Willing to completely ignore the fact that life is pain in order to scurry onwards towards our goals.

I disrespectfully decline.

I have experienced love in both its currents. Been floated to isles of peace and bliss, and pulled to the inky depths to drown and die.
To love, is to accept. And to carry on.

I cannot break down and lose everything because love has turned her dreadful eye on me. I cannot refuse the horrors and monstrosities that love bears for me. I cannot focus my gaze on a distant sunrise to ignore the dark coil wrenching itself around my heart.
Neither can we.

To love is to laugh. To love is to weep.
To love is to fight.

Fight onward. Fight for love, through love, with love, and against love.
To give up is to deny your very existence. To surrender is to let yourself be slain and forgotten.
Instead, carry love at your side. The joy and the pain. It is your weapon and your shield. Embrace both and know life as it was intended.
Never fall to your knees and watch as the world spins on. Rise and take control of your love, feel it pumping through your veins. Enriching you, poisoning you. To take a step backward you must first deny your soul. Press forward and victory is assured.

Love is joy.
Love is pain.
Love is eternal.

It is time we all take it in our fists, raise this single word high into the air and relish the simple truth:

I love, I am alive!

Description
I have questioned it, I have sought it, I have defined it, and I have found it. I have experienced it.

The concept that can wrack minds large and small with madness. The emotion that has sent countless nations to war. The four-letter word that has caused humanity so much pain, and so much joy.

I have written about this topic before, questioning and seeking the definition of this four-letter conundrum. I sought it out within the very depths of my heart and came to define it in such a way to leave not a splinter of doubt.
I have brought my being to the fountain of this word and let my cup overflow with its meaning, exulting at the sensation of so much raw emotion coursing through my veins with each warm beat of my heart.
I speak of course, about love.

-----------------------------------------------

So much is lost and gained in this life, most pick their way through their journey with such care and precision at the simple fear of love and its effects. It is not uncommon to connect with someone, begin to delight in their presence and yet fear the future of those emotions.

Love.
Love has been defined. And it has been set free to writhe against the backdrop of the world and let itself manifest and take shape as it will. Such is the nature of love. It strikes like a storm out of a clear blue sky, and can stun and shock with its overwhelming power. It twists and pulls around the hearts of youth and old alike, squeezing and embracing with unrivaled strength.
It cannot be stopped, chained, caged, trapped, or forced. But it can be held, clung to, worked, felt, and destroyed.
Such is the nature of love.
Warming and chilling; soothing and chaotic.

I have done all these things to love. I have held it, danced and cried out in the pure joy of it. I have worked it to the bone, made it struggle against the heavy burden of contempt and duress. I have destroyed it, watched it weep in a darkened corner as the last vestiges of life drained from it like a shattered bowl.

Relationships are fickle, passions rise and fall and rise again with time. Sparks can be rekindled and flames doused with very little effort. Lust is strong and tender and beautiful but ultimately flawed by the sin of our bodies. Happiness and joy can be found and lost with the turning of the clock, to balance in time with anger and wrath.
But one word ties them all together. One emotion can tie them together with strings of gold and rust. Why is it then, that many fear this word above all others?

Why must humanity fear love, in any of its forms? The choice of great joy brings risk of great pain, but is it not worth it? Is not life itself nothing more than a physical manifestation of joy and pain? Do we not scuttle across the surface of this planet with little more intent than to find joy and avoid pain? We speed through a hundred years of existence, clawing our way towards our goals... for what? So that we may feel joy at our accomplishment? So that we may minimize our suffering? So that we may feel joy in the sight of others as they stare at us upon our conquered hill of dreams? Do we desire things just for the purpose to seek them, or are we beings of emotion? Seeking joy, seeking pride, seeking praise. Seeking love?

Why must we all forget that love is more than joy. It is pain. To love, you must feel joy. To love, you must feel pain. The sight of a loved-one in joy bestows joy. The sight of a loved-one in pain should bestow pain. Why must everyone avoid the pain? Ignore the sinister, more brutal side of the coin?
We are beings of emotion. We seek love and are willing to fool ourselves in search of that great word. Willing to completely ignore the fact that life is pain in order to scurry onwards towards our goals.

I disrespectfully decline.

I have experienced love in both its currents. Been floated to isles of peace and bliss, and pulled to the inky depths to drown and die.
To love, is to accept. And to carry on.

I cannot break down and lose everything because love has turned her dreadful eye on me. I cannot refuse the horrors and monstrosities that love bears for me. I cannot focus my gaze on a distant sunrise to ignore the dark coil wrenching itself around my heart.
Neither can we.

To love is to laugh. To love is to weep.
To love is to fight.

Fight onward. Fight for love, through love, with love, and against love.
To give up is to deny your very existence. To surrender is to let yourself be slain and forgotten.
Instead, carry love at your side. The joy and the pain. It is your weapon and your shield. Embrace both and know life as it was intended.
Never fall to your knees and watch as the world spins on. Rise and take control of your love, feel it pumping through your veins. Enriching you, poisoning you. To take a step backward you must first deny your soul. Press forward and victory is assured.

Love is joy.
Love is pain.
Love is eternal.

It is time we all take it in our fists, raise this single word high into the air and relish the simple truth:

I love, I am alive!