SORT OF DOTIONGS IN LIFE!!!

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SORTS OF DOTINGS IN LIFE

 

It is quoted "True love is eternal, infinite, & always like itself. its equal & pure, without violent demonstrations. it is seen with white hairs & is always young in the heart."  

Love is not a desire. It is a great thing to find out this for oneself. & if love is not desire then what is Love? love is not mere attachment to your baby, love is not attachment in any form; love is not jealousy, ambition, fulfilment or becoming; love is not desire or pleasure.  

 "we fall in love with 3 people in our lifetime. Each one for a specific reason. 

FIRST LOVE; This love often happens at a young age. you eventually grow apart or call it quits over silly things. when you get older you may look back & think it was not love. but the truth is, it was. it was love for what you knew love to be. 

Remember; there are different depths of love.  

Second love; the hard one. you get hurt in this one. this love teaches us lessons & make us stronger. this love includes great pain, lies, betrayals, abuse, drama, & damage. but this is the one where we grow. we realize what we love about love & what we don't  love about love. 

Now we know the differences between good & bad humans. now we become closed, careful, cautions, & considerate. we know exactly what we want & don't want.

Third love; This one comes blindly. no warning. It creeps on you silently. You don't go looking for love. it comes to you. You can put up any wall you want, it will be broken down you'll find yourself caring about that person without trying. they look nothing like your usual crush types, but you get lost in their eyes daily. you see beauty in their imperfections. you hide nothing from them. you want marriage & family with them. you thank the universe for them. you truly love them. 

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