[ 6 ] 8-Omnipresent Love.

those without, yearn for it. those with, cry for it.

Today, I pen my thoughts on the most magical feeling all living thing - not only humans - exclusively have. Recently it'd been dispelled as a chain of chemical reactions by scientists but that wouldn't veer me ever off the root of love: emotions. Love has too many complexities to ever be described by hormones or cells akin and shall remain sacred with its chaotic bridges between sanity and some deviance.

If God came down this moment to observe just how love has evolved from its maiden form, He would stand in awe. His creation is a great and wise one. Love has no doubt equilibrated a world of binding unites and a cutting separations. With it, writers, authors, editors worry little of their publishing material. On love built civilisations of all forms by simply...

Love for thyself. Love for well-being in a society. Love for wealth. Love for material. Love for one's religion. Love for our rights which so coined the love for a peaceful governance. Love for aesthetic. Love for our environment. Love for our beliefs, goals and successes. And most powerfully, the love for another entity bearing likelihood of us - love for him, love for her, love for our closed ones, love for the well-being of another. Outlining these all, the everlasting spirit of protecting what we love or seek to love.

These all breed harmony and, with little doubt, bliss in all our daily lives providing purpose. God has so ingeniously forged love that we all gave him our love in worship. The sustainability of love is eternal transcending the sands of time.

Yet, ironies seem to not spare such a fundamental concept of our existence. Anchored on the root of happiness is a deprived love. That is hate. When the love is taken away, forcibly or by sheer giving up, the equilibrium tilts. When love is ripped off, anger rises in protection of it. The loss of love for one can invoke so much hate, it kills. Violence stems from this. Our beliefs all lie on a delicate balance which Librans know best how it can be tipped. In fact, it is our insatiable love that would torch the fires of fury on the slightest threat of it disappearing.

Over-protection some would call it. But I prefer it as an instinct of preservation. It is after all this gift that we have all integrated with that has given us this state of civilisation. How far can we say we are over-protecting?

Trust me, one way or another, everything in your life has all to do with love. Perhaps that is simply because it is the most basic and 'simplest' emotion we first learnt.

signing off, 8-avariciousness