Love and Death have more in common then people actually realize. For one they both are sad. Love is sad because there is nothing more painful to a human than loving someone who doesn’t love you back. There is a true sadness of an unrequited love. A sadness and pain that doesn’t go away, that builds every time you see that person you love but doesn’t love you back. That will never love you back. It is truly a deep sorrow that is almost impossible to escape, and a sadness that all but consumes you. But love is also beautiful because there is nothing more magical than when two people are in love. There is nothing more beautiful then when two people realize that they need the other person in their life, that they truly found the person that completes them.
The same can be said about death. Death is obviously sad, a person leaves they mortal coil to never return and it is sad because we don’t know what is in store for us after we leave this plane of existence. Death is sad because it is for the most part an end to the only form of existence humans know of. But death is also beautiful. Death is beautiful because it is the most honest anyone will ever truly be. A person on their death bed has no need for lies or deceit, a person who is going to die has no need to hide their emotions. Death comes for everything in the end because sometimes beautiful things end up destroying.
Death and love are the two most honest things that any human can experience. If anyone ever tells you that neither are beautiful then they clearly have never experienced being in love or having someone close to them die.
Friendship is that wondrously beautiful thing that every person needs, friendship is in fact the most beautiful thing that can happen to a person, because it means that they can love and be loved back. And to love is the greatest ability.
People see the world through how people treat them. They see it either as a wonderfully magical place that is just beautiful or they see it as a vile, disgusting place full of hate and pain. The problem is most people see the latter.
Although it seems sad, no one is perfect. Saying someone is perfect is wrong. The truth is no one can be perfect because perfection can never be achieved. It is the biggest conundrum for the entirety of humanity. For humans have always and will always strive for perfection and will consequently always leave disappointed. One can not reach for something that no has no hope of grabbing. Humans can do many things, they can build great civilization, they can go to the moon, unlock the secrets of the universe, and so much more, but they can never achieve perfection. Perfection is a myth, a tall tale, a legend told throughout time as a way to make humans do great things. For perfection and subsequently a Utopia to exist those aiming for it need to be flawless, and humanity is anything but flawless. The thing is, why humanity has done so many great things it was also done so many terrible things as well. Humanity is a complex beast that can’t just be described as good or bad because humans are neither good nor bad. Humans are that really big gray area between white and black, good and evil and every one is a different shade of gray. That being said don’t try to be perfect, just try to be the best you can be
The thing about women is this, they are scary! Think about it, they are stronger than men, they are smarter than men, they are basically more complicated than any man will ever be. Women are scary, they are scary because they know more than men. See, many men think that women are just overly emotional and tend to get worked up over small things, but the truth is, women are the strong ones. A woman cries, not because she is weak, but because it takes truth strength to not hide your emotions. Women are the most complex, confusing, scary, and wonderfully amazing beings in the whole of creation. When I see a woman I see someone who is strong, who is confident, who is smart, who cares for people, who is loyal, who is brave, who is simply gorgeous no matter how she looks or what she wears. Simply speaking here, women are amazing. And that is why they are so scary. Because Hell hath no fury, because every mother has THAT look, because it takes guts to tell someone that truly remarkable who much they mean to you and a guy’s just gotta hope that she is willing to even consider a being of a lower caliber than her. That is why women are scary, because a life without women it lacks so much passion, so much joy, so much beauty that it would be such a dark existence. A life without a mother, a wife, a girlfriend, a friend, any woman really, would honestly, unequivocally, truly, be the worst life to ever live.
Hell is not a place, Hell isn’t somewhere you can find, rather Hell is a state of mind, a place where you go when you are full of despair, anger, and pain. Hell is what happens to you when you give up hope of living a good life. Hell is only there if you let it be.