B U T

Last Dance.

How do we know that we love.

Is it a feeling of warmth or is it a feeling of hate you feel towards that person?

Sometimes loving also means not being able to stand that other human mainly because your heart could explode, or your brain as well.

There is a thin line between love and hate, being actually the exact same emotion.

Our brain based on actions translate it to what it actually is. Actions is the key word, for every relationship in this life. Mainly with ourselves but also with others, and how we communicate efficiently as I would like to say more. I don't know if I have ever loved or hated someone in my life. The times I felt like hating on someone was actually jealousy and not hate. The times I felt like loving someone, they were very few times. Most like counted on my hand. Love is also a very rational feeling, it has nothing to do as if falling in love, where everything is blurry yet exciting.

Love is something more deeply connected with our inner self, and how we love the universe and our planet. Love is that unconditional type of act where you help those in need, when you help yourself, when you help Mother Nature.

So, do we actually love, if in this society we barely do any of above?

Ask yourself.

The answer will probably be what I assume it to be.

A very quick yet ignorant of course I love, with no consideration of what is love.

Of course we all consider love a total different thing, or do we?

Isn't love supposed to be something international, something that unites us all?

Shouldn't be the same for everyone? Shouldn't we love all the same?

We are on this earth for a very limited time, yet we all strive for love and happiness.

To me love is happiness.

That's why we are all unhappy, because we want to take love instead of give.

We will make fun of other people's tears, because it is considered weakness, we will be ignorant towards those who don't have what we do. We never make fun of ourselves.

Or should I say we do? Because we make fun of ourselves, we ridicule ourselves by pretending that we are something we are not. We are rarely genuine, we are rarely polite, we rarely say what we think, good or bad. This is what society is lacking of and will forever lack on. We rarely see ourselves as society's mirror, we always wait for others to do the change, the more brave ones, as you like to call them. The people that don't care what society will say because they know society's judgment is clouded.

Do yourself and favorite and write down all the things you love, and then explain why you love them, it doesn't matter if it is humans, food, a plant, something that doesn't have a life, someone dead, or someone small.

Being brave means facing your own weakness in order to grow.

Flowers rarely know how small they appear in their early stages of growth, but as the open up to more light, photosynthesis does the greatest job, and they grow to be nature's miracle, the greatest thing out of them all. People are like flowers.

Let the light come in, let the season of inner death come. It is all part of the endless cycle of getting to know yourself.

Knowing yourself means loving yourself by accepting how it is, and then loving others and everything around you.