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This LOVE thing.

"When are we gonna understand that we are put on earth to love?" Those are the words of Kendrick Lamar via a friend of mine on WhatsApp. (Authenticity not checked, so don't come here biting anybody's head; it's actually of lesser importance right now.) In just that one sentence, I felt like the world might just change, for the better?


Looking at what's going on right now on earth; the frustration, depression, anguish, emptiness, lack, fear, confusion, the HATE. You can't argue that, maybe LOVE is the answer. You look at how beautYful things are when they're rooted in LOVE. Let's not talk about how it could all be "pretence", rather, doesn't that say, "We also want this beautYful thing we pretend to have"?
Look at contentment. Isn't it all LOVE? Look at laughter. Isn't it all LOVE? Look at giving, appreciation, acceptance, acknowledgment, non-judgment, non-prejudice, all these beautYful things we are afraid to do. Isn't it all LOVE? Note, fear can only be chased out by this LOVE thing. The fear of losing. The fear of becoming, unbecoming. The fear of greatness. The fear of change. The fear of power. The fear of authority. The fear of LOVE. We need this LOVE thing. We need to indulge ourselves. We need to entice our senses. We need to give it away, throw it around like confetti. This LOVE thing.


It sounds simple, doesn't it? Maybe not, because fear. Because for the longest time, some of us have lived without this LOVE thing. Because it has been deemed overrated. Because it is not 'in fashion'. Because...we NEED this LOVE thing.


Here's to LOVE. One day LOVE. Everyday LOVE. Today LOVE. Tomorrow LOVE. Future LOVE. Your LOVE. My LOVE. Our LOVE. Global LOVE. Just, LOVE, the way you know how.


#ForThapeloAndThereshoOnTheirBirthday

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