Love is the feeling we have for those we care deeply about and hold in high regard. It can be light as the hug we give a friend or heavy as the sacrifices we make for our children. It can be romantic, platonic, familial, fleeting, everlasting, conditional, unconditional, imbued with sorrow, stoked by sex, sullied by abuse, amplified by kindness, twisted by betrayal, deepened by time, darkened by difficulty, leavened by generosity, nourished by humor and “loaded with promises and commitments” that we may or may not want or keep.
The best thing you can possibly do with your life is to tackle the motherfucking shit out of it.
– Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, but more than that I’ve always thought the meaning of life was love. If you understand love, and more so if you know love, you know life.
Trolling through philosophy, psychology, literature, music and everything in between, this blogs explores love in all its shapes and forms.