True
love is a dangerous thing to possess. Like a beautiful sword with no
handle, if a person holds it, it will hurt them. There will be
disappointment, misunderstanding, and sorrow beyond belief. Hard times
are sure to come to anybody willing to give their heart and soul into
the keeping of another.
But it is infinitely more dangerous to lack it.
Because,
without love, what is our worth? With nobody to believe in us, why
should we believe in ourselves? An absence of love in our lives means
loneliness, hopelessness, and purposelessness. Those living with their
heart and soul held tightly inside them can have nothing but a void
stretching before them, as eternal and as cold as frozen hell itself.
The beauty of love, however, comes in that it rescues from the void.
Although it can be difficult and dangerous, those who choose love find
warmth, purpose, and joy. There is unimaginable comfort in being
believed in, and believing in someone else. The selflessness required to
put another’s needs above one’s own is an almost supernatural feat that
shines with heaven’s radiance, and hearkens back to the unending love
of our God for us and the painful sacrifice required to show us that
love.
Beauty and pain, those are the conflicting ingredients of love. But if we don’t love, how can we live?
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