I am thoroughly and absolutely bored. My job is now too cushy for me to deal with. I really want something to do. So let me philosophise about Love. So yesterday at midnight, I, Mo and Charlene were outside my apartment trying to find out what was all good in life. I suggested that Love was an example of something all good but they disagreed. But I prefer to disagree with their disagreement. I still believe that Love is the best thing that happened to mankind. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But many are still convinced that Love cannot be trusted. Many are afraid to open their hearts and be vunerable. I cannot argue with that, there are all those nuisances like heartbreak and betrayal. But many a wise man has said, it is better to have loved and lost, than not to have loved at all. Love gives and does not take, Love has no desires, Love does not expect, Love does not take for granted. I fear to say that the Love i see around me has been corrupted. I will thus embark on a quest to find an uncorrupted form of love to show to Mo and Charlene. The love I find will have no desires, if it does, it desires shall be to melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by my own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. Oh but for the pressures of this world, I will live my life like that. But while i am on this journey I shall bear them all with a smile. I know Huey will tell me that this is extreme, but if love is the music of life, then play on. I shall prefer to live in the faraway land of Love than the bustling city center of indeference. Salaam