Everything and Nothing

You see love is like energy, it can neither be created nor destroyed, it is simply transferred from one object to another. In the end the lover's light will dwindle -giving way to a more renewed albeit more guarded form of love. A love that refuses exposure like an aged woman on the beach, or perhaps a love that learns to doubt in the absence of certainty. For it is not love we do not wish to fall into, but rather the inevitable fear that comes along with loving. Love ,like energy, thus learns to adapt: to move from one host to another in pursuit of a destination unbeknownst to ourselves.

If you want to know the truth of who you are: walk until not a single person knows your name. Travel, like time, is a great leveller and an unforgivable teacher. More bitter than a hard truth and crueller than a lover's lie. A long road stretched ahead will teach you more about yourself than a millennia of quiet introspection.