Love

Love requires a certain amount of acceptance and an immense amount of vulnerability. Accept that their happiness is equal to your own but should not come before yours. Accept that the emotion will strip you until you are raw, naked and vulnerable. Your heart in their hands. They have the ability to hurt you as no other can as well as provide you with more joy than anyone else. They can hurt you, break you but although you give them the ability for this, it also requires trust. Trust that they will not use this ability, will not shatter you. Love is the most important thing you can come to do, if you let yourself.

I Love You

Love. This emotion we strive for, we long for above all others. To find someone who will love us unconditionally. Someone who will tell us those three little words.
I love you.

I love you? Do these words have any meaning left behind them any longer? Do we even know the definition of the word? It seems to me saying those three little words have become so common they lost all meaning. It used to be we did not say those words until someone mattered more than words could explain. We meet a person, befriend them or date them and after a few weeks, I love you seems to be common to say. It seems that most expect to hear it now and how do you deal with the awkwardness of this when you do not feel it also, their hurt if you do not say it back. Even though you understand it is most likely they do not feel it, it has just become the norm. But why should you feel awkward for wanting to reserve those words for someone who has touched you beyond words? I love you used to be the expression of affection too deep for words, too vast for definition. It seems that we have made it less than nothing. While you do care about someone you love, just because you care does not mean you love. Loving someone is wanting the best for them whether it includes you or not. It is unselfish. It is beautiful. It is painful. It is bittersweet. But it is not something we should throw around like, hellos. Let's bring back the meaning of, I love you.

War

Sometimes it is utterly mind boggling how human beings process information and come to certain conclusions. We get outraged when we think of past tragedies that have lost countless lives. We shake our heads and wonder what people were thinking when they allowed lives to be lost in completely moronic tirades such as the witch hunts or the utterly devastating tragedy of Jewish lives taken for no good reason. We waited too long to put a stop to these injustices, even one life lost would have been one too many. Yet we go to war, let the lives of our nations people, soldiers to be lost. We allow the bombing of other countries where not only soldiers lives which is bad all in itself but civilian lives, lives of people who did not choose to involve themselves in the war to be lost. These people who are someones mother or father, sister or brother, aunt or uncle, niece or nephew, grandmother or grandfather, cousin. Someones wife or husband, someones heart and soul to be lost, to be taken away forever and for what? What are we fighting for? Obviously the original reason about weapons of mass destruction was not true. Freedom from terrorism you say? How about we focus on making our nation safe in the possibility we have another terrorist threat as opposed to going on a killing spree where we take out the closest thing we can find. How about we focus on ourselves instead of in-debting out nation and its people for billions of dollars in which it does not have. How about we get our heads out of our asses, stop thinking we're so superior nothing can touch us and it will all magically fix itself and actually come up with a plan before we dig a pit so deep it's bottomless. Yet we stay in a war of our own making that drains us of our resources and costs us countless lives. I in all honesty ask what we are fighting for. What is this, an eye for an eye? But as we can't get quite close enough to the eye we make do with what we can get, perhaps a leg? One which most likely had nothing to do with the initial incident. Does this really make us any better than them? Instead of strengthning ourselves to make sure we are never again vulnerable enough so that lives are lost because of others unfortunate hate for this nation, we leave ourselves even more vulnerable while playing god with others lives.

Jaded

Life is never too long. Death is always unexpected. Yet a child which has their whole life ahead of them to have it cut short is the most tragical of deaths. Especially when that life is cut short maliciously by another "human" being if we can even call them that. Here we call ourselves the most advanced species, the most evolved yet we kill each other. We kill each other for no better reason than to kill. How can we call ourselves evolved when we have yet to get past vicious, barbaric violence? Most shutter thinking of people like Manson or Hitler, who killed dozens or millions for no reason other than their stupidity of thinking themselves superior. Yet we can't seem to muster up the same outrage when a person only kills one. When a serial killer is on the loose we seem to find a way to be outraged but one life taken doesn't seem to make most even bat an eyelash. Is every life not precious? Have we become so jaded by the fact murder occurs every day throughout the world that the only thing that permeates is if it's somehow 'big' or less than the norm? Just because it is the norm does not mean it is not wrong. When will we move past these human tendencies towards violence and become a truly more evolved race? Tragedy is unavoidable in life but that does not mean we should not feel for a life cut to short whether by disease, accident or murder. How is it that some can feel for every life lost, hurt as it were one of their own while others wave it away as just another incident?