Love isn’t missing. Love is ubiquitous.
We choose to complicate it; to convolute that which ordinarily requires no effort, that which is most natural, that which honors our spirit by default.
Love is love. It cannot harm. Everything we attach to it, everything that comes up by means of it, is our responsibility to address.
Love is allowance, acceptance, ease and flow… It is no fool, never abashed, never limited at all.
Love laughs playfully at the game of life. Don’t pretend to in any way understand it if you merely wish to control or manipulate matters of the heart.
While character may indeed be forged through the fires of adversity, perpetually introducing impurities into the alloy will a brittle sword make.
Choose to elevate the game, to renounce and reconfigure the spirit-dampening cycles devised by small minds and corrupt machines. You are always more capable than the perceived challenges and barriers to a life well lived.