I think life is beautiful despite the hardships, struggles, and trials. I can’t help loving life. Sometimes I am lost, awestruck, in the beauty of it all. “Why love what you will lose?”, the poet Ms. Glück asks and answers her own question: “There is nothing else to love.” What a fearless woman.
To love life is no mundane business.
It is to wake up with a sense of wonder.
It is to leave the house fearlessly and joyfully.
It is to fill your lungs with cool autumn air.
It is to greet everyone cheerfully.
It is to look up to the heavens and thank the creator.
It is to remember that we are at death’s grasp constantly,
yet still, ceaselessly love, and adore.
Love is… to wait for the morning prayer service and then to go to coffee shop for a leisurely morning with the Post.
That’s what love is this Saturday morning to me-
but it’s only one of many faces of love.
Love maybe the only way,
but there are many, many ways to love.
“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket – safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.” – C.S. Lewis