I am a part of this thing called humanity. It is great and all, but there is one thing which confuses me to no end. I can’t figure out if I am the only sane one alive or if I am the one that is insane.
When I think about a couple, I see two individuals surviving the challenges of life together. Two people who have come to love each other. Two people who unveiled their darkest secrets to one another. Two people who have shared their hopes and dreams of the future. Two people who have bound themselves, not with the ground but with each other so that no matter where life takes them, good or bad they will always face it together.
During our days here, living in this thing called humanity, we will absolutely find potential people we wish to tie and bind ourselves too. Yet all of them will hide behind the mask of a single word, Love. It is not a word to be used lightly, especially when it is directed toward another individual. People just toss love around like an ordinary everyday word like “good”. What is gained from soiling such an important and amazing word I will not know.
The word love represents a feeling which exceeds all other emotions. It drives the heart to beat faster, and the mind to overload. It is not light like a feather, but it can make you feel light. It is not bright like a beam of sunlight, but it makes you feel bright. Love is like a drop of heaven running through your veins and lighting your soul ablaze. When that kind of love is discovered you will wish with every fiber of your being to tether yourself to that person and live life along side them.
Mile 29 