Love.
Some says that loving is hard, and some says that loving is easy.
To love is to care and to care is to give. To love is to sacrifice and to love is to be selfish. To love is to fight and to love is to let go. To love is a contradiction and to love is to take risks.
Love, they say, is a happy feeling. Love, they say, comes naturally.
But for me, to love is a challenge.
I never fell in love before, not even once, not with anyone, not with life, not with a place, not even with the tragedy that walked with me.
To love they say, is a wonder, to love they say, is magical.
Nothing beats love they say, and to love is to be free.
Maybe it's true, maybe it's not. But maybe, just maybe, to love might be my redemption.
To love, they say, is hard when you're young. but what about adulthood?
Indeed, love is difficult when you're young. A fact that I have to understand on my own, a fact
that followed me in my adulthood. To love oneself is a must, to love oneself gives you power no
one can take, to love oneself is everything.
Hard as it seems, easy as they think, but at what risk does loving your life can take you?
