Love Cannot Be Created Nor Destroyed

"The job of being human is so hard, but it's the only one left to do--even though we keep telling ourselves otherwise..."

Love is by far the most baffling essence I've ever experienced as a human; the capacity to love is endless and it's frightening to know that I haven't even tiptoed out of the wadding pool, it's frightening to think that one of my 6 year old students is more resourceful with love than most adults are, it's devastating to think of the amount of love we waste.

The other day, EG and I were walking in the street and a stranger cheerily let us know we were "the sweetest darlings he'd ever seen." We thanked him, smiled, and continued to walk; this is the embodiment of love, the love that is all around us, the love that cannot be created nor destroyed, the love that is far too often wasted. This man didn't want anything from us, he didn't need our smiles and gratitude; instead, he refused waste love.

One of my students has an inherent ability to fill a room with joy. He's the most intriguing little guy I've ever met; although he struggles to read, he speaks the language of the Universe better than anyone I've ever known. When we finish reading, he chooses stickers based on what his friends' favorite colors are so they can join the sticker he has deemed as himself on his folder. When he grabs my hand, as we walk from the elevator to my office, I feel his heart beating the blood of the Universe, pulsating pure love. I'm constantly awed by this kid; he graciously shares smiles and cheer, regardless of his status as an "at risk youth."

I'm certain that the job of being human is only about learning to love


I've learned that love is not rooted in dependence or need, but instead in a desire to be connected with those around us and those around them who are around us. Love does not seek recognition, love is satisfied with never being known. Love gives, love satisfies, love learns the stories of us and spreads them, love is abundant, love is the smile of a child and the hand of a stranger, love is genuine...It's not difficult to love, really, it's energy and we've all mastered energy consumption.

I see love most dominantly in eyes; every one's eyes, even when they're sad, are inviting and an invitation is all love needs. In hands, I feel Love's warmth; it's never too hot and it always sends chills up the spine of my soul.
The Universe is writing the language of love, the Universe is painting the pictures of us; upon the greatest reflection of we, we will realize this abounding love....

To love is to live and to live is the only thing left to do