Born out of Love

What could it be when everything is born out of love. Will like get better? Any better? Or will life be easier? than ever?

Love is something I myself can't define. But it's a lovely word. It's a sweet sound. It makes the heart beat go clubbing inside when it's genuine. And a very beautiful gesture.

At times love makes tears fall. I don't know why it's still called love when it still make you cry - giving you heart breaks like letting go - but that's love folks. Love that's making it's way to a newer and truer love.

When the things you do are those that you love, doesn't make it any harder to work? Hmmm. That makes sense. And that talks to me now, anyway. Choosing above everything we feel everyday. Love. Then viola!


Choosing love doesn't give us the assurance of making our lives get better and easier. It's easy to say 'that is love' when sometimes is really it isn't. We think that it's love then we work out on it, then there it blossoms love, then it gives you a heart break. Because in the first place it wasn't love after all. Maybe it was empathy in disguise, maybe it's an over-reacting understanding over, or whatnot in this world. But what's great about this is that, we may started it with something we thought is love it still ends to us to be love. Great isn't it?

Whether you like it or not, whether you admit it or not, whether you acknowledge it or not, love will always be right there.