Love should be the opposite of death.It should be our biggest reason for wanting to be here. I mean what else have we got; football, shoes? But love gets complicated. It gets twisted up with other things like possession, obligation, envy, disappointment. Why can’t we all take a step back from the minutia of our lives and look around?
If we did, what would we truly think and feel about the many couples that exist in their own states of joy and contentment, calm and peace? Some would smile and experience their own sense of joy and contentment, calm and peace. I fear most would feel resentment and envy as instead of celebrating within their own spheres of love, they would look out and sense want and envy.
Is this really the world we’ve created? Is this how we want to live? Is it not better to accept than to exclude? Have we learned no lessons from our vast past?
Why only upon facing death do we tend to mourn and regret over what might of been instead of reviewing ourselves daily?
Maybe in the end, instead of dealing with feelings of remorse and guilt we would head into the infinite with a sense of pride and accomplishment that we’d done everything we could to make as many lives as we encounter as pleasant as they could be; free from strive caused by us. A feeling that we had loved as much as we could.
Love should be the opposite of death.
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