Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Love like a life depends on it


Love is a renewable resource; however, its deficiency is putting the livelihood of our world in grave danger. Unlike other resources, Love does not risk depletion through overuse, instead it thrives in an environment that relies upon its over-consumption  Only through a distribution of this resource can its presence be multiplied. Love does not fear exposure and gluttony, for consumers are only able to utilize a particular threshold before they will begin to produce it themselves. When all else is gone, when all other resources have been depleted and humanity is on the edge of starvation, Love may keep us alive.

In a world that often seems so cold, so focused on individualized reward and success, Love may be all we have to guide our transactions with others. It voids hate and destroys tension posed by conflicting visions. It allows for empathy for those we fear and believe we will never understand. It is the capacity to put others needs in front of your own. It is the ability to feel the pain that others feel. It is only feeling that may resonate between two strangers. It connects us with someone living 10,000 miles away. It is what holds our world together.

Love its indigenous to every individual to walk this earth, though some may struggle to recognize it. As you strive to find your purpose, look no further than the discovery of this valuable commodity in our society. When you find it, redistribute it to everyone you know, for you never know who else is on searching for it.

Love your friends, Love your neighbor, Love family, and Love a stranger. Love the ones who are deceased, Love the ones who need it the least.  Love your peers and your mother, Love your friends and Love your brother. Love your God, who ever it may be, Love the air or Love a tree. Love the country to which you call home, Love the streets you often roam. Love for few or Love for all, show it big or show it small.  

It doesn’t matter who how or to who you show it, but show Love every day. Someone’s life depends on it. 

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