*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/2120319
Rated: E · Essay · Opinion · #2120319
Love, the impulse behind everything.
World was composed and woven together by a single artist, love. Love for people, love for dreams, love for objects, love for possession, love for money, love for future, love for secrets and mysteries and solving them. One way or another it has always been love.

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.
© Copyright 2017 Wanderer (angz at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Log in to Leave Feedback
Username:
Password:
Not a Member?
Signup right now, for free!
All accounts include:
*Bullet* FREE Email @Writing.Com!
*Bullet* FREE Portfolio Services!
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/2120319