“Without love, life is like a season with no summer. Without love, life is rock ‘n’ roll without a drummer. Without love, life is like a beat that you can’t follow. Without love, life is doris day at the Apollo.” - Hairspray
Without love, there’s no purpose. People who don’t believe in love are truly missing out. Love is such a beautiful thing, and it can be experienced in so many different ways. You don’t have to be in love to experience love, you don’t have to have a love to experience love. Love is all around. Love is in that friendship you have with your pet. Love is in that friendship you have with a friend. Love is in that relationship you have with your siblings. Love is what you have with your parents. But, love can also be small. Love can be your love for food. Love can be your love for colours. Love can be your love for anything really. Without love, it’s hard to exist. Love is always around, in the air, in the basement, everywhere, but, we set up these barriers and turn people away. You can love a stranger, why can’t you? Like I said before, why are they called strangers? Just imagine you knew everyone in the entire world- all the different stories, experiences, all the love. Imagine that.
I’ve made a new friend recently and I’m really not sure how he’ll feel with me typing this up on the WWW but, he’s been through things that even I feel like my problems are mere. Everyone has problems, everyone has a sad experience, a life-changing experience, and when he told me his, it was really sad. For the entire time of that conversation, I felt so silly, so silly for proclaiming my small problems, my rants, when I know so many people out there are having it harder than me. We never know about anyone until we ask, and our poker faces are so real that we always take advantage of it. Just because I’m smiling, doesn’t mean I’m happy. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover, so don’t judge someone’s life without knowing it.
Everyone is born through love, each one of us, so how did we learn to hate? We’re here complaining about how nobody understands us, and nobody listens to us, but do we listen to people? Do we bring out the time and truly understand people, even if they’re wrong? We’re horrible to people, yet we ask of so much more from them. Whatever happened to treating people how you wanted to be treated?
I have a note besides my bed which I wake up to every morning saying:
“Today:
learn how to love,
forget how to hate.”
I still have a long way to go, but I’m trying.
Always be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle.