LOVE

Love is a wondrous ethereal thing: seemingly almost too perfect to exist beyond just the moment. Love can be pushed, pulled, and pondered; strained but never broken nor ever fully understood. Love is soft and
gentle as a mother’s first touch, or rugged and rowdy as a lifelong enduring friendship. Love is always about the giving but never about just taking: sharing is its currency. Money and fame cannot buy love: it is priceless yet free for the asking. Love cannot be destroyed but, sadly, it can be ignored. Love can be lost, yet it can always be found again. Love is like the wind: you can feel it but can only see its effects. It can be deeply painful, yet also dearly missed: it, too, can come as a thief in the night. Love is strongest when consoling its loss. Love is a mystery: when did it have its beginning, … and why?

Jim Davis