why...

Why people, I wonder, crave for love?

Some directly and some subtly, but ultimately.

Why is love so empowering to some,

While being a deterrent to some…

Are we to be loved so dearly that we live for it?

Are we to love in shadows and clouds so as to protect it?

 

Love might be the greatest thing in the world,

But all great things fall, if left to be alone, not touched by any other thing.

Knives rust, skills be forgotten, excitement becomes boring

Every hero needs a villain who reminds commoners that he should be revered

Every invention is worthless in the absence of its necessity

There's only ever a good thing because of its own contemporary bad

 

Is there an effect without a cause?
How could there be any value if there once was no lack of it??

A man raised rich is different from a man raised to become rich

The world makes no sense if there's no constant change,

A battle between bad and good, good and better, and the constantly evolving best

 

Love, is it the same?

When a being loves, what would become of it at the end?
And what is even defined as an end?