Random Love

While doing some much needed clean-up of my writings, I came across several notes and drafts of entries that overlapped.  This post is an attempt to string them all together into something else entirely.  Being that I am, and forever remain, a hopeless romantic, the subject, of course, is love.

Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery

From a sermon...

Love is the process of meeting needs.

From a journal entry...

Love is the process by which you become a child again,
after everything in the world has pushed you towards being an adult.

From a letter...

Life is a process, and such is love.
Growth is always quicker when you can look back on unpleasant experiences.
It is when we overcome our pain that we can better see our lives.
The steps of growth can never be ignored.
It is the way of time that

,some may recover quickly
,some may suffer for a long time
,only time mellows the pain
,it lets you get out of the shadow.

In life I have found that

,those who take a long time to recover from love
,know more about love
,because they have deep feelings about love
,which can destroy their lives
,but also can give them lives.

To recover is a great feat. No one can indulge his own dreams without awakening. For love is the process by which you replace loneliness with anguish and relocate emptiness from your heart into the pit of your stomach.

From a note sent to a friend...

If an authentic love is what you desire then you must love, honor, and cherish yourself as a truly precious and lovable being.

Usually I like my posts to be a little more polished and refined. But sometimes it's better when you can leave more interpretation up to the reader. That would be you.