Grief is a chore. Being together with someone for a long time and then suddenly not together jars and rattles. I hate it when things don't work out. In the back of my mind, my mom's words whisper: Don't say hate.
Love is this sort of ambiguous plethora of absolved theory and predicate. We don't know what the hell it really means or requires.
If we live within a specific context, spiritual theories may interest us and offer guidance. This kind of theory and any psychological theory generally involves an expansion of some kind. This expansion typically requires a commitment or overcoming of hardship of one kind or another.
Sometimes life feels awful. Grief and loss can seem like holes in our being, drains through which our hopes and dreams fade.
What's the meaning of something when no one is around to remember it with you? Do our memories suffice by themselves.
Well hello there.