Interview with soldiers mother

Love is a force of nature. However much we most likely should, we can not organization, solicitation, or eliminate love, whatever else than we can arrange the moon and the stars and the breeze and the deluge to travel all over according to our motivations. We may have some confined ability to change the environment, but we do as such at the risk of upsetting a characteristic balance we don't totally appreciate. Additionally, we can arrange a temptation or mount a sentiment, yet the result will undoubtedly be obsession, or two dreams moving together, than worship.

Love is more prominent than you are. You can invite love, but you can't immediate how, when, and where love imparts itself musings. You can choose to surrender to esteem or not, yet ultimately, love strikes like lightning: eccentric and verifiable. You can even end up worshiping people you could do without a tiny smidgen. Love doesn't go with conditions, particulars, addenda, or codes. Like the sun, love communicates independently of our sensations of anxiety and needs.