On Love, In Rambles

My mind has been centred on “love” today. On understanding that love isn’t forever. Not in the form it’s first experienced or experienced in this moment.
Love is an energy. It cannot be created or destroyed, but it changes forms. It transfers from one thing to another. It doesn’t stay the same all our lives. And I think holding on to the idea that it does … That we can pin it as is to one specific person or thing forever … is destructive.

But it’s an idea so old and ingrained that trying to think of it any other way is also destructive. It destroys everything we thought and challenges us to adjust to what IT IS. Adjust to the idea that we will forever lose people we love … No matter what we do or don’t do. It isn’t the love itself that makes us lose or keep them. Love isn’t possession. We can’t employ it as a utility to possess people or things. Love just is. It’s just love. On its own, it’s how we as humans communicate with each other. Everything we do and say, verbally or otherwise, either comes from a place of love or a lack of it.

And that’s really all it is. A form of communication. An organic kind. An energy we are born with. We can’t fully get rid of it. But we can hide it … Use it as a shield. Or … We can use it as a light. The light will still shine even if it’s no longer dark. Even if no one is around to see it. And it will shine forever. Even after we die. But you can’t attach it to anyone. The glow from the flames can light up every crevice and nook. Show our faces, insecurities. Show us where to go. Lead us in one direction or another. But we can’t transfer the light into anyone else. We can only share it. Use our flames to try and light theirs. And hope that maybe it can come together as one unified flame, bringing a bigger light to the world. But eventually … The flame itself will burn out. Whether big or small. And what then? Do we curse it for ceasing to exist? Or do we praise it for all the years of light it provided? For all the other flames that started burning because of it?

Curse it even though we have the power to light a new flame, infinitely? Even though the flames around us are in abundance … And can continue to light the way for us, even if unintentionally?


You don’t curse the flame or the light for doing what it does naturally. For transferring the energy. You can’t curse the light that provided you with eyes to see through unfamiliar darkness. You can’t curse the light for being your guide. For lighting all the other flames that surround you and help you continue the journey even when your own light has diminished.

You appreciate it. You thank it for its gentle glow and comforting warmth. You appreciate it for all the nights that would have been darker without it, the little dance it did whenever things got a little shaky. The way it hid the parts of you that didn’t matter; casted your shadow behind you instead of in your path.

You appreciate that shit. Yes. You appreciate it. Simply because it existed and, therefore, can never die. It can never not have existed. The flame continues to shine indefinitely, even if it’s held by different hands.

And that is worth knowing to all of mankind.

2 thoughts on “On Love, In Rambles

  1. This is great, I love how you put it, that love is an energy. You have a mind that is well beyond your years. It shows that you were meant to do this, you were meant to write.
    I had the hugest crush on you, not just because of your physical beauty but also on the mental side, I love how you have a passion for wanting to see the a better world and that we need to get back to loving the earth instead of hurting it. You don’t take information just as it is or news so to say you research and get your facts and speak on it with a fire that is really a sight to see. I was sad when I woke up one day and saw you were off twitter again it is so refreshing to see someone post the stuff you do. May your flame continue to burn and one day light this world up like a wildfire. I still have hopes of one day meeting you on a beach.. #lovetheEarth

  2. I really appreciate this article. Someone once sat me down an described love to me with one word, the word that was used to describe love was “instinct”. As was explained to me is that love is an instinctual reaction of your heart that is developed from a person place or thing in which captivates your soul or subconscious.

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