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Are we suckers? Are we simply too gullible, foolish to hope that love is the most important variable in life? That it will conquer all? At what point do we give up in hopes that we'll be saved again? Or is it pompous to believe we're worth of being saved? Who you love is never the true question or answer. It's how you love. And what came of it. And extracting the wisdom from the experience instead of the detrimental. If you open yourself and allow yourself open to be crushed and resurrected by love itself, then you allow love itself to permeate through your very being. If you don't love someone with all of you, then who they are doesn't matter in the least.
Because, what's light worth if you've never been consumed by dark?