Conspicuously taking a look at the universe as a whole, I am over riding the possibility of believing anyone loves themselves as much as they claim to.
No one even loves you as much as they claim, they cannot all do anything you ask of them even when they say, they can. I see a sense of mental issues surrounding the application and frequency upon which the term love is being prophesied. Only if humanity could live the life in a trauma less manner, then I cannot understand the extent to which they asset their liabilities of life (People know how to live this life so fake, it pains see all the fake lines in your speeches and actions ( I judge you a lot humanity)... All eyes on the real price of truth, who would really believe what they don't want to believe?
Love is a word that should be restricted. If the love for mankind is the way I en vision, then death should not have been in thy plan. We know what we should mean when we tell young ones about love, we make a creation of a scenario where one assumes that a 100 percent probability of, interest at hand, insurance is expected and nurtured by the little mind that was pledged love.
Even for ourselves we must have more love for? How many unhealthy habits have we decided are just part of life and we still continue with our pattern? How many risks of life stand our way everyday as we are on the verge of living another day? Yet we continue to know that life is vanity upon vanity yet we want to love the life... Would we agree to love vanity? Do we agree we don't know what we want in life yet we doing anything to get it? Love is a complex word we make appear simple... Don't get me wrong... I love you all.... Let us just be realistic with the word "LOVE" it would soon mean nothing!
_CoperateStreetBoy*
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