A figuring out of sorts.

Don't try to explain it.

You just can't.

Don't attempt to wrap this thing in human confines.

It is pain and joy all in one and then neither.

It is that feeling that you get when you are standing alone in the doorway or when you find yourself face to face with the one who holds the fullness of your attention.
It is when the words that are attempting to escape your mind and heart get trapped in the depths of your stomach.
It is the reason that you find yourself alone and crying in your room with thoughts of great depth plaguing your fickle mind.
It's the feeling of hope that invades your confines in the presence of death.
And it is the reality of the life ending moments that we so strongly try to waver from.

But it is also the reason for bravery and for strength.
It is the reason for rain and waves.
It is the reason for sun and wind.
It is the reason for life and death.

So let love fill all things, near and far.
Let it be that which we cling to in all situations and landscapes.
Let us reach out to it as though it was our last hope.

And then, when all else has fallen, let us realize that it is our only hope.

Love. Love. Love.