Love, the impulse behind everything.
Out of that love we will do the unthinkable. Once someone starts loving one thing more than anything the rest slips out of your attention and stop being noticed. As one might say love blinds a person. Those who didn't let that love blind themselves will see the difference between light and darkness. Rest will embrace the darkness.
Have I ever loved? Yes, in every moment. Am I blinded from that love? I wish I knew the answer for that, but I don't. I really don't. I used to believe that I am not. But now I doubt it. How could a blind man distinguish light from darkness? How could he not be deceived by darkness pretending to be light? If I were blind, how would I know the difference? I wouldn't.
Nevertheless I believe some light shed upon me in certain moments than the others. For this, I struggle to find an answer.