Love is the strangest thing and yet also the most beautiful of all things. People are afraid to love. Or to show love. Sometimes even talking about it is hard for some. Many try their hardest not to surrender to it, not fall in it, not give in, give out, give away in any form, as if given, they would run out of it. Love is the only thing that the more you give it, the more you are going to get of it. It may not come immediately in return nor even from the same person whom you dispensed yours to, but it will return in many ways, shapes and forms because love causes expansion and you cannot give it away without geting surrounded by it, and becoming bigger and better  yourself, because of it. Some times we love with our words, with our gestures, with presents or presence. Some loves are silent, others physical, divine, fraternal, unconditional. Some people think they love but they trade. Other people believe they know how to love but without self love it is just an illusion (no one is able to give what they don’t have and hold within). Love requires one to be powerful and delicate at the same time. No one can die of excessive love but the lack of it starves one to death. Love is a cup of tea, a meal, a hug, a suitcase full of stories, a painting, a pet, a green chair. Love, when it comes from the heart, brings you close to God. Its a resting place, simplicity, pleasure, energy source. The humblest emotion and yet the greatest feeling of them all.

dear friends, thanks for all the help, support, love

you know who you are

I know too.