Love because it’s why you‘re here,
Love because it’s waiting for you,
Love because it’s who you are,
Love because you can’t help yourself,
Love because you’re invisible until you do,
Love everyone, because everyone is you,
Love because it wins hands down every time,
Love because it’s the greatest gift you can give,
Love because it’s painful, and pain is just trapped potential,
Love because it’s easy once you realize there’s nothing else.
Love because it heals every wound,
Love because you can,
Love because it makes the grass greener,
Love because everything else is a wild goose chase,
Love because it’s not over ’till you do.
Love because it’s life, and unless you love, you’re not living,
Love because it makes you sing in the shower,
Love the rage because it’s the only thing that transforms it, back into love,
Love because it makes everything taste better,
Love because you’re doing it anyway, even if you’re pretending you’re not,
Love comes in all shapes and sizes and you contain all of them,
Love is the master frequency that shows you where the miracles are hiding,
Love is often a lonely miracle,
Love is impossible to define,
Love is impossible.
You are an impossible miracle,
Hiding,
Undefined,
A frequency,
Of mastery.
You
Are
Love.
Also published on Medium.
“For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. For this reason young people, who are beginners in everything, cannot yet know love: they have to learn it. With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered close about their lonely timid, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love. But learning-time is always a long, secluded time, and, so loving, for a long while ahead and far on into life, is—solitude, intensified and deepened loneness for him who loves. Love is at first not anything that means merging, giving over, and uniting with another (for what would a union be of something unclarified and unfinished, still subordinate—?), it is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become world for himself for another’s sake, it is great exacting claim upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things.”
R. M. Rilke
Another one ?
“Love is the natural in between.”