from tolstoy with love...

Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone.

Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910)

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I've been thinking how easy life would have been if everybody do everything they do out of love...

but on second thought...it is never easy when you love coz...

loving would entail us accepting flaws so we too can be purified ...
loving means we must over-come obstacles along the way so we can be in a place where another level of challenges await promising a higher sense of fulfillment...
to love is to be willing to go an extra mile to turn plain into magical and unforgettable...
it is facing our greatest fears so we can be liberated and be truly free...
it is to be broken and admitting that it is the only way to become whole again...
it is to be silent when your soul would want to scream and unleash a fury unthinkable to mankind in order to empathize and gain peace and respect...
it means making a decision and choosing what feels right and allowing our heart's mind to take control and be decisive so we can be certain for sure at the end of the road if we got a diamond or a worthless stone...only then can we be in control again as a new cycle of loving begins...

all this we can accomplish and more because we love...