Final Post

At first, I thought I would write about babies mainly because theyre precious and I cant help but making a dying cat-like screech noise when I see a little baby. As time has gone on, I've started to notice the more meaningful reason for choosing this topic. I've always had a problem with the concept of love. There is no one way to define it and it means something different to every person. Whether it's your parents love, or loving a pet or even a romantic type of love with a boyfriend/girlfriend or spouse. No one has the exact same definition of love. However, this is why it is so powerful to me. Love is all around at all times.

 I believe the love between a mother and child is unbreakable, and after a story i recently read about a set of twins, sibling love can be even more powerful. The story is about a set of twins and one is very sick. The twins are separated but a nurse moves the babies to be together. The healthy one throws its arm around his sick sister and after a couple of days together, the sister starts to get healthier. The love between these two babies was strong enough to cure a prenatal baby. I think love shouldn't be searched for, rather experienced.

Looking for love is like looking for the wind. You can't see it directly, but you can see how it effects things around it. In the Bible, which is based off of faith, says "and now these three  remain: Faith, Hope, and Love, but the greatest of these is Love." - 1 Corinthians 13:13. It still amazes me how someone could give up the only thing he had to give to his enemy. That is true love to me. Dying for someone to save them. I think it's blind love. Coming from a divorced home, believing in love was harder than high school, until it hit me like a pound of bricks. Love isn't that perfect boy or girl that brings you flowers and chocolate everyday. It's the people you spend your life with. It's your mom and your dad and your brothers and your friends. They may get on your last nerves sometimes, but you never know how short life can be until love is taken from you. My mom got diagnosed with a type of breast cancer on Saturday and I never thought about what it would be like without her. I always assumed everyday was promised, when its actually not. I didn't realize how much I could love my mother until I had to think about losing her. They say you never know what you have until it's gone, but I think that's for you to decide. You can open your eyes to love around you and live for it or you can close your eyes to it and live your life plainly and boring.