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Love is exactly the same as hate, it’s the same feel­ing but love has hap­pi­ness
hate hasn’t but love still has all of the parts that hate has. So you can say love
is a more evolved ver­sion of hate. Hate is the begin­ning, Love is the mid­dle 
and Love/Hate/Death is the end.

I under­stand many don’t really know what love is, many says they haven’t
expe­ri­enced, well that’s not true, we all have expe­ri­enced love in some way.
Whether it’s by lov­ing someone/be loved by some­one or lov­ing some­thing.
Love for the nature is still love, love for heaven is love, love for rain is love.
Every­thing that gives a cer­tain amount of hap­pi­ness and grat­i­tude is love, with
that I’m not say­ing hap­pi­ness and love is the same, I’m say­ing that hap­pi­ness
is the clos­est way to love. I know of many who only see things in black and white,
who can’t bend their views just a lit­tle bit and not tak­ing life so seri­ously and
that’s a shame cause’ there’s many lovely things out there. I won­der why life is
what it is but that’s a ques­tion of life, my life, that’s some­thing I will expe­ri­ence
every liv­ing day and for that I am grate­ful although all the bad things you get through
life is beau­ti­ful. Life has it’s down­turns but it also has it’s peaks. Life has hate but it also
have love, which is much more pow­er­ful in it’s right essence.

Bad things hap­pen, they do, to every­one, some­time in life. No one is spared from
bad things just as no one is spared from good things. I have grown as a man,
as a human, I have less neg­a­tiv­ity about life, I feel less sorry for myself, I see life
in a new light, I try to seek my destiny, I try to under­stand life, I now I can’t but
I’m not com­plain­ing. Every­one has bad days where every­thing is so fuckin’ hor­ri­ble
but to have it every­day doesn’t help you as a human, it does not give life a big­ger
mean­ing, a bet­ter pur­pose. Peo­ple who are pes­simists see life as a bur­den and not
the gift it truly is, think about all the beau­ti­ful things in life, the love, the hap­pi­ness,
the green leafs, the pour­ing rain, the waterfalls, the sun, the moon, the night, the day,
the morn­ing, the evening, the dusk, the dawn, beautiful men, beau­ti­ful women, hair
that floats in the wind, naked feet in the grass, hands touch­ing, lips lock­ing, tongues
wrestling, why shouldn’t we embrace all this?

This is life in it’s purest form, in it’s most advanced, most sim­plest ways. Life is beau­ti­ful,
life is grey, life is black, life is white, life is red, life is blue, life is yel­low, life is green, life is
what it is, just life. Death enters all of our doors, lost souls appears every­where but we
shouldn’t try to fight what we can’t han­dle, all life ends with death, you make your­self a
life for oth­ers to remem­ber, you can make your life just your life, you can make it what
you want it to be. Death will come, death will always reap life. And in the end that is what
we all have as com­mon, love, life, hate, death. Love is hate, hate is love. Life is death, death
is life.

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