when you find something you love,

Through our lives we are always searching....for something,
some never find it,
some find it but don't realize it until it's gone,
some squander it,
Some hold too tightly.


When you find real happiness, it's strange. Love, for example. When you find some one you love more than anything, and know that they feel the same, it is amazing.
You become so happy that you can't help to wonder how long it will be before it all falls apart.
You wonder how long you have with that person.
You want to protect them......from everything.
We all die one day.
There's no getting around that.
When you're so happy, and you love that person so much,
It hurts knowing that you only have an unknown temporary time.
You try to think of ways to ensure the safety of this happiness,
This bliss,
but in the end,
you realize that you are helpless to stop it.
Be it the weather,
An accident,
A medical condition,
Or a change of heart,
We are not God,
We can't protect this love from everything.
If you hold on too tightly,
It breaks.
If you stray too far away for fear,
It withers,
If you fear too much,
It warps,
If you give up,
It shatters.
Love is so precious because it is so precarious.
Even if we find a way to become immortal,
We could never promise that it will last,
The sun will die out,
The earth will darken,
The galaxy will yawn wide,
And you will be left hollow,
Because you will have no purpose,
Love with out purpose,
Without that passion gifted by mortality,
Is merely a hollow copy.
A listless phantom haunted by memories.
Love is so precious because it is so delicate.
As delicate as we are.
It seems so frightening,
So depressing to think of it that way,
but in truth,
this only makes that happiness that much more worth it,

One day I will lose the ones I love,
One day they will lose me,

But no one knows if when we die,
weather it is goodbye,
or weather it is see you later.
No one knows for certain.
This is the mystery of mortality and love.
There is no tragedy,
because after we mourn our loss,
there is yet one more adventure,
Death is a blessing,
It ends our suffering of the here and now,
and gives us a chance to follow that love again,
renewing it,
and giving us a chance to follow into the unknown.
Don't waste time worrying about things you have no control over.
Don't attempt to defeat an ideal we are too young to understand.
Embrace the divine mystery of life,
The renewal,
For it is what stops us from taking our love for granted.
For a sure way to kill such happiness,
Is to do just that.
Live,
Love,
Explore,
Laugh,
Expand,
Invent,
the search for the golden mein is but only one step in our journey,
existence is forever,
for if there is no true beginning,
then how can we say for certain,
that there is an end?
This is the beauty of happiness,
contentment,
and of love.
It exists,
as it shall always exist.




(on a side note: Been awake since 6:30 yester morning XD; I do love philosophy)