posted on Dec, 13 2010 @ 03:53 PM
You ask what love is, and in the context of this thread there is a simple answer. Love is the word that people are using to describe what they want
when either they themselves don't know (or don't want to say), or for that which they find themselves unable to describe in words.
I am whatever I make of myself, though that is limited to that which my life has given me to make myself with. I have all my experiences, my body and
mind, my thoughts, my binding of the simplest of ideas into ideas as complex as life itself. In a nutshell: I am me.
I want to trudge through life, to gather all the knowledge that I can in order to share it with others and use it to better my own decisions. I wish
to grow old and sit outside watching life, a secret so complex we will never fully grasp it even when or if we do, slip through my outstretched hands.
I wish to dream greater thoughts and to allow myself to harvest that of the bountiful crop of knowledge out there while I can. (see sig)
I wish to follow my path through life just as you follow yours grasping blindly at what the future holds.
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