Consumption of Joy || Paul Lahote

In which a girl searching for relief finds a boy who consumes her.

Love is not an action, nor a word. It is a feeling, an enigma. All consuming, all powerful. It's what we believe to be the "meaning of life". But why does the meaning of one's life have to depend on another? Why can't we, as individuals, find meaning in ourselves. Why must we rely on others to make us happy, show us the good in the world. Open our eyes. So, finding your other half, your sole-mate, your love, isn't the meaning of one's life. We would never be complete if it was. Sure, these people can bring us joy, consume us even, but they can not complete us. That's our purpose. Self love. Self hope. Self belief. Self knowledge. Self content.

Self love. ♡