love is such a strange phenomenom. the way it makes people feel, the way it makes people act. i am always surprised to find out that once i feel i know what love is, that once i finally feel that i understand what it is capable of, that the next time it comes around, i really had no idea what it was in the first place. and not that that discredits what i felt before. but that with each experience i begin to realize more and more what love is (while admittingly at the same time being more confused). and this is not solely love between lovers. there are so many different levels of love. the love between mother and son. the love between friends. the love between 16 year olds. between man and nature. between man and god. and then there is the love i feel when i listen to a song, or watch a movie. it is oft times indescribable, and because of this more meaningful, since only i have experienced it and possessed it. but the happy news is that everybody has experienced love in one way or another. some more than others. some hardly at all.

last night i felt complete love, but it was not sappy love, nor was it sad love (as is often the case with my love). it was love towards all things, inanimate or not. and i realized that there is no need for sadness. that there is no need for jealousy. that if i really did love, and if i really wanted others to feel loved, that these emotions of hate only keep us from that. and what is the real point of those feelings, aside from selfish behavior that causes us to not have the thing we desire the most?

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