LOVE IS FOR LIVING
(Not Just for Keeping)

There’s enough love to go around.
You can interpret it any way that works for you.
Or misinterpret it in the same breath.

Sometimes we love only what makes us feel good.
Sometimes we love without even realizing it,
because love doesn’t always announce itself.
It slips in through the back door of a small moment.

Some people say you can only love what you’ve known for years.
But walk through the main train station,
bump into a stranger,
and watch them bend down to hand you something you dropped.
That’s not just politeness.
That’s a drop of love, loose in the world.

So is the smile from someone you’ll never see again.
So is the cashier who treats you with quiet respect—
not for a tip, not for a transaction,
but because respect, at its root,
is love without the weight of possession.

I’ve heard it said: All we need is love.
And if you take Shakespeare at his word—
“love as a thing that doesn’t alter when it alteration finds”—
then you already know:
Love isn’t a prize.
It’s a seat that rises from within.
You don’t fall into it.
You live from it.