« LIFE IS LOVE, DESIRE AND SHARE… LIVE AND LET LIVE… SHUDER, OFFER, SATISFY, AGREE TO GIVE AND TO RECEIVE… IT IS TO FEEL AND NOT LIE OR JUDGE OTHERS OR OUSELVES…IT’S ALWAYS BELIEVING AND HOPING…AND ESPECIALLY, NOT TO LIVE WITH REGRET. AND SINCE LIFE IS LEARNING TO LOVE, THEREFORE WE MUST NEVER REGRET LOVE, NOT THE ONE WE GIVEAND NOT THE ONE WE RECEIVE…AND NOT THE ONE THAT COMES OR THE ONE THAT LEAVES. ». – D. A. Lavoie
This page is intended to humbly allow outlook on life and love. The evidence is there, we cannot live without love, even if it is at least only ourselves, and without love, life is unthinkable, because if we are not, how can we love? And if we do not live, who can we be?
Life…she’s more than a mystery that we could conceive. Love…it’s more majestic than the more dignified swans! Nevertheless, it is in this mystery and through him that we exist, that we are born, that we grow, that we love, that we die, in so many ways (of old bad habits, of a life that destroys us slowly, etc. .) and that we relive. I obviously will put on some quotes photo to beautify and to assert this page, which I hope will have its share of success and a place among your favorite publications of this Blog!
So love is a risk? Is it likely the risk to be happy and to climb the mountain that touches the seventh heaven? Or else, it would be the risk of getting lost and feeling a little more alive than the day before? Do not they say that ‘’One who risks nothing gets nothing’’? It seems quite logical…if we’re not likely to love and be loved, we cannot suffer from the love we reject…but would it not also refusing a life?
Life and love are they not a matter of acceptance, respect, freedom, sharing, sound curiosities, complicity, symbiosis, synchronizations, and letting the other be who he is? Yes, accepting love, it is also being willing to be loved.
And through it all, life and love could not be (exist) entirely if hope would not take the place of protecting wall or support, if you prefer.
This hope, it also comes first with a smile or a look…such as the caterpillar turns into a chrysalis and finally became this beautiful butterfly so fragile, but so strong.
The hope is also that expectation, faith, trust in the other, in tomorrow… and in life basically. I love this poem by Martin Gray:
That life is indestructible, even over death.
That Hope is a brisk wind that must sweep despair.
That before being an enemy the other is a brother.
That we must never despair of the other and the world.
That some Forces are within us,
And that those forces we can raise, are immense.
That we need to talk about love
and not the words of the storm and despair.
That life begins today and every day…
and life is hope. »
Life is hope…that love always wins, even if we doubt few times. Why then walk on each other, there is room for everyone right? Just see, realize and especially to ensure that the other also has its place, so that he can live and love. Why despair and death (death of the spirit, especially in the inside) should so often prevail? Is not Life a grace and a blessing? And love is not its conductor?
Life would be a gift, a precious gift and matchless in its greatness…and love is the heart of this life, this also incomparable gift sleeping within each of us.
Life allows us to love…and love enables us to live! What a great discovery do we do when we integrate these two truths!
With these two foundations, an integral part of our lives, we simply always win on hatred, indifference, fear and death. For without life and love, how and why could, and should, we exist? So to live is to learn how to love, as the stars shine and illuminate the sky of our nights, allow love to live and propagate in us and around us!
I leave you now with another thought of Martin Gray:
« The man is not only a body. Love is not only a meeting of two bodies. Loving is simultaneously shared words, looks, hopes and fears. Those who maim love will always ignore it. Love, indestructibly, makes the joy of bodies and is a union of hopes. Indestructibly related, like the branches of a tree that exist only by its roots. » – Martin Gray