Love

Love is said to be the one thing we are capable of perceiving that transcends time and space. We all strive to love, yet it can be so difficult—or is that a lie? Perhaps we love so much that it hurts, that it becomes painful to carry. And still, we carry it with us, even when we’re not supposed to. So why? Why is love the one thing we care for so deeply? I believe there isn’t a reason, no formula or explanation for why or how. We simply love. And maybe that’s the beauty of it—its mystery, its defiance of logic, its ability to exist without condition or understanding.