so close, and yet so far

I would like to start this post by complementing a friend of mine on her blog. We will call her Mirman. Unfortunatly I am not highly skilled in the use of technical devices, and can't figure out how to create links to my friends' blogs from mine. Anyway, last night, while I lay in bed staring at my ceiling and contemplating the meaning of life (as I so often do), I figured that everything we do comes back to love. It is why we live, survive, everything we do comes out of love. Wheather it is a hard decision to make, or something else, all we really want is to be loved. If I could chose, the world would only contain love, and no hate. But when difficulties arise in our lives, it is sometimes hard to find love, even though it's what we want the most. This is when hate (sadly) develops. Why is love such a big deal though? It's the closest thing we have to magic. When I read a post from Mirman's blog about Life and Death, it made me think about how close to us they really are. Death could occur chaque jour, in countless ways. But we stay alive searching for something. We know it is too early to die when we haven't found love, and know there is much more of it to discover and share.