LOVE

Do someone really knows what the meaning of love is? or is it just a dependence to a significant other inspired by desire?

"Hell is other people" -J.P. Satre

Love could be the most pure feeling in earth, an expression of affection that we all hope to receive, it´s an ode to human relations but it is also a fallacy.

A lie so well told that made us believe we need it, an deilusion that life implanted us, acheap sketch of collective yearning.

Plunge yourself into the abyss for someone else, believe the unknown and fall wothout knowing what lies ahead. A cheap necessity and the best of life. We immerse ourselves in introspection, melting soul with body, because of this the first love of our lives in order to give, share or feel for others, is the self-love; to our person, thoughts and follies, admit that there is only one like us and accept the good and the bad to progress and live this experience.

Love is a dream of life because some may end up looking like a nightmare and others a magical odyssey. However you decide what kind of love you are confronting in your life (which comes in right ways after what´s personal); with your family or friends that in the end the right ones become the family you choose because of the love that is created over time and experiences, and of course, the couple love (personally considered as rarelly pure).

Fear will only lead you to a bored life and I don't know what is worse, to fear "love" and its consequences or to live neutrally in a solitary confinement.

Despite the pain that comes with it, you have not lived if you have not loved.