Love

No-one can describe it, because almost every definition of it is fitting.

You can be oblivious to being a part of it or not know of it until it’s gone.

It’s the reason for suffering and the reason suffering is so good.

Suffering means you can love, it means love is present.

A human who never suffered, never felt love.

Because love hurts. More than anything. And regardless of your definition it will never claim it to a flawless feeling with no pain.

I hope I never lose my suffering, because that is the signal that love has stopped. My love for people or small seemingly stupid things has “faded” or been ripped from me.

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I don’t know what love is, if I’ve felt it or if I fell out of it.

And anyone who claims to know what it is, is lying. Because the only information anyone has on it is: a scientific explanation, which you can choose to or not to believe in. And the only true constant anyone has on it. Is its impact. Its impact on them and what it makes people do. It makes people end and create lives. Makes them wake up, makes them eat, breathe and pursue love. Has caused more death than any other force in existence. And yet is the best thing life does. It’s the best thing life does to any creature. It gives them a reason, a reason to suffer and endure. A reason to kill, a reason to give, a reason to shut themselves from life or to open up. A reason to act against self interest and act against any moral coding or principle. A reason to be bad or good.

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In short, if you think you know it. You don’t, yet if you feel it, you feel it. Be it the love of money, power, another being, family or yourself. It’s the reason you do what you do. The reason anyone does anything they do. And if not for it, life would have ended long ago.

Submitted July 21, 2019 at 11:57PM

No-one can describe it, because almost every definition of it is fitting.You can be oblivious to being a part of it or not know of it until it’s gone.It’s the reason for suffering and the reason suffering is so good.Suffering means you can love, it means love is present.A human who never suffered, never felt love.Because love hurts. More than anything. And regardless of your definition it will never claim it to a flawless feeling with no pain.I hope I never lose my suffering, because that is the signal that love has stopped. My love for people or small seemingly stupid things has “faded” or been ripped from me.​I don’t know what love is, if I’ve felt it or if I fell out of it.And anyone who claims to know what it is, is lying. Because the only information anyone has on it is: a scientific explanation, which you can choose to or not to believe in. And the only true constant anyone has on it. Is its impact. Its impact on them and what it makes people do. It makes people end and create lives. Makes them wake up, makes them eat, breathe and pursue love. Has caused more death than any other force in existence. And yet is the best thing life does. It’s the best thing life does to any creature. It gives them a reason, a reason to suffer and endure. A reason to kill, a reason to give, a reason to shut themselves from life or to open up. A reason to act against self interest and act against any moral coding or principle. A reason to be bad or good.​In short, if you think you know it. You don’t, yet if you feel it, you feel it. Be it the love of money, power, another being, family or yourself. It’s the reason you do what you do. The reason anyone does anything they do. And if not for it, life would have ended long ago.