Love

Tonight, I am drawn to think about Love. Its infinite depths, complex mysteries, and ever-changing meanings. I am drawn to write about it... because to me Love is the "fuel" of Nwyfre. And for something as complex as Love it is so simple. Ask someone what they want in life and often the answer is "To be Loved" or why we sacrifice ourselves for our families and friends, "Because we Love them".

Even the negative emotions in life can be tied to Love, for what is Hate but Love denied, Envy, Love spurned, or Sorrow, Love Forgotten.

Love can make you move across the country, leave your family, job, everything. Simply because your heart cannot deal with the idea of being apart from the one that brings you such joy. You have a long day at work, the smile of that person can make it all not matter anymore, you simply want to melt into their arms and never leave.

Or the Love of a friend, one who is willing to smack you when you need it. But is always there with a smile and a encouraging word.

This is the power of Love, its ability to heal wounds that you never thought could be mended, or to make you become a better person, the singular ability to be a shield against troubling times and the spur to further action. For without Love what is the point of conciousness, of life.

That is the meaning of Love.