Love is everything
April 17th, 2009I was vacuuming upstairs today and have been thinking about love, what it is, why do we feel it, why is it in some places and in some places it is totally missing. What is higher, love or hate?.. Love is not a religion, it is life in itself, we can heal people just by the thought of love, unconditional love. How do we wake another up to have a feeling of true love?. Why do people argue all the time?. I have hardly argued ever, and when I have, I feel really bad as if it is not me. I don’t like to argue at all, in reality. When I do argue, people do remember it, its as if my arguments are the only ones they can remember, even if its once a month, and another argues four times a week, mine always seems to be remembered. I find it really unusual, because when I do argue, it is for the sake of happiness, I argue because I don’t like arguments, and tend to step in for the sake of the people I love. I like to be a calm person who just likes to see life the way it is, a happy nice warm home, a happy nice relationship, nice happy children, happy friends happy pets.. everything just being happy. How come people find it so difficult to be happy and loving? As black eyed peas sang it, where is the love? .. lol. I have been thinking lately, what would happen if I go through a really really bad patch… would I too start hating really badly and arguing? I guess sometimes we would never know, because it is a difficult emotion to handle, I wonder if I would be able to not feel any hate, since I do feel like I can be calm if I really wanted to. Then I thought, what if I lost something which I had no control over, and it wasn’t my fault at all, would I be hating all my life?, would I be able to sort myself out?.. I dunno, i’ve been through bad patches and resorted to alchohol, drugs and other stuff to try to get myself through bad patches in life, but what if I just tried to carry on and see what happened. Everything seems to happen for a reason I guess, some are strong who can beat the odds, some feel weak, like I did, I was young, didn’t know much about life, see what other people do, and you tend to follow it, to keep yourself strong, but I think there are other ways to stay stronger. My elder sister always tells me now, that I am much stronger than whatever is happening to me, it gives me faith, and hope, thats all we need in life though, someone to keep us strong and make us think of who we are inside, and not outside. I wish for everyone out there to have someone who keeps them strong when in times of trouble, it is the only way to continue loving life.