Love

love is something, huh? people search for it but only a handful of those who brave the challege finds it. when i get a glimpse of it in some people's eyes, it makes me realize that time, circumstances and efforts may have been the variables in life but love is constant. its all the same in every people.

but to search for love is never for the lazy nor the faint heart and the greedy mind. the chances of finding love is discouraging even for those with good intentions. the inevitable disappointment lurkes in every corner and like in the movies, the twist is sometimes conventional and the ending is uncompromising. its a funny that after all the struggles and the uncertainty, we seem to have never been too scared or too beaten up to get back in and search again... and again.

is it because the taste of love in failed relationship is addictive? is it because of our stubbornness and pride to admit we failed? or since we have 50 to 60 years in our lifetime and we have nothing else to do?

because the truth is, love is what life is offering. not success because unlike success that can only be measured in the end of your life, love is what kept you as you take that last breath. its that light that kept you going even in the darkest of your life. its there when everything is well and its there in your deathbed. it makes you sing silly songs, makes you laugh like crazy and makes your cry harder. makes you kind and makes you jealous. to put it point blank, love makes you live life as it should be.

because love is. take it. and live life.