In this most modern of eras, many people, including my lovely sister, have decided that love is not necessary to live a comfortable life. I think they are just letting themselves become disappointed with love, so when it happens, it seems even more wonderful.
I am not in love with anyone, and yet I know that it will be truly beautiful. Love is THE point of this life, not money, or fame, or living comfortably. And now we live in an age where you can choose to put yourself on the line, all of yourself, to find it. However, less and less people seem to be doing so.
I pose this question. What is the point of this life?
Is it to produce as much money as we can, before finally dying, living a lie, being married to someone you never should have, but did anyways because you fear society and living alone?
Or is to find love?
