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life and love come hand in hand...

or so at least i think it does. i think love is life - because without one, there is no other. without life, there will be or can be no love, and without love, there could not or would not be life.

its kind of like a mobious strip, in a sense that you start with one, and come to another end, but then you'll be returning to the starting point. although there are many explanations to what love is and what life is, basicallu we're better off not arguing any one of these explanations - because basically, who really knows? is there a course on the study og life and/or love, and there is, how many Ph.D.'s are there now?

unarguably, both these things are very important to both of them, and to all of us. people cannot survive without love (for the self, for others, or for something at least) and there wouldn;t be people without life...

but why am i getting worked up about it? because primarily of the way people have sometimes taken both or at least one of those two for granted. a lot of people now delve into themselves and become an all-knowing and self-sufficing gook that doesnt really care about other people or anything happening around him/her. if only everyone will take time and live their lives in love - loving themselves, and others - maybe there wouldnt be any problems in the world. but then, its just a dream...

so what do i wanna say? basically, i want to say that i love life, and i live my life loving myself and my true love - elvine. to those who know me, you know who i am talking about. to those who dont, well you have a lot to learn about me. =)

anyway, i'd liek to take this opportunity to share my love of life, and my life of love with those who bother to read... my suggestion is: if you havent been living a life of love, or havent been loving life lately, try it - it might njust turn your life around, like how it did to me.

have a nice one! =)

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