28 Jun 2010

We all want love. It’s as simple as that. When we don’t get enough of it, we try to fill it with other things. Or worse, that we don’t realize that that is what we have always desired, and the things which we distract ourselves with acts as a barrier, a wall we erect around ourselves to protect us from what we in our heart of hearts needs. How sad is someone who has never known love? Perhaps I exaggerate, and it must be true that every human being feels the faintest traces of it, at least — no one is completely devoid of the experience. But one thinks that there is the converse, that there are some broken hearts that never seem to heal, that something opens the would afresh every while that it seems to have scabbed over. The pain is, however, a reminder that love is real. We don’t react to nothing. Maybe to hope against all hope, and to know what this experience is. Such rewards we think little of, thinking instead of what we lack.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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