Life is just a series of loves. It may begin with the love of one’s parents, loving to learn, loving to play, to read, to talk. It expands with the mind, you begin to love specific things, maybe its your friends, maybe just one friend. Maybe its a child. Maybe its a passion. Maybe it’s that one person. Maybe it’s yourself.
Really, as long as you have one love in your life, and it need not be a person, you can be satisfied, or, more accurately, happy. Having more than one seems to be pretty typical, and it seems pretty well almost every emotion can stem from love or hate.
Hate is another important factor of life, it can give significance just as much as love does. It exists with love as light cannot exists without darkness. I hate spinach and ignorance, but it could be anything. But the fact is I love sugar and open-mindedness. They balance, hate is a necessary part of life, don’t shun it entirely, but also dont embrace it as a love.
Love creates goals and Hate creates obstacles. Together they make a pretty damn interesting path.
It is those who have an absence of love and hate, those filled with indifference and dispassionate thoughts, whom I pity. They wander through an open plain, expanding infinitely in each direction, with no signs of danger or hope. Their existence is aimless, they exist as they have never existed.