do you ever wonder what it would be like to die? just like that. would you be ready?
have you done all the things you wanted to do? spoken to all the people you wanted to tell something? to stand at the gates of mortality and have no regrets.
what is it to live? what is life? what is the measure of success? such subjective questions are these and yet i know what i want out of my life.
love.
such a simple answer yet it perplexes me no end.
what is love? how do you measure love? if i was willing to die to let you live, is that love? if i gave you the cream side of the oreo, is that love? if i let you have the covers? but if i didn’t do all these things, isn’t it still possible for me to love you?
what is this but a physical manifestation of an emotional concept? and if this emotion manifests itself differently than what the books and other people say, does it mean i don’t love you?
just because i do not love like you do does that mean i do not love you?
but if love is just a feeling. what of the word itself? what does it mean and entail when you tell someone “I love you”. is this a commitment? an agreement? why does it need to be said? what is the purpose?
“Love is passion, obsession, someone you can’t live without. If you don’t start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who’ll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget you head and listen to your heart. I’m not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you’ll come back. Because, truth is, there is no sense in living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love – well, you haven’t live at all. You have to try, Because if you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived.”
when i die. i’ll ask myself 2 things. did i love? and did i get enough nice pictures? no. not photographs. did i get enough nice pictures in my head of my life – people, places, experiences.
did i get enough nice pictures?
but we are all just trying to figure it out, aren’t we? trying to figure out life? trying to live?
so live. and stop trying to understand it. it will come to us.

