love a luxury

i decided to give my thoughts a little more freedom and space to run, apart from inside my head.

so here they go running wild & free with a tad of restraint...
a little pensive this morning, perhaps the year is coming to a close, perhaps this was not the easiest Christmas holiday.

today this phrase discreetly appeared in my head "love is a luxury". i toyed with this idea, what it meant. what it meant to me.

my mind like a labyrinth, i searched frantically for the path that would lead to enlightenment.
to no avail, all i found were countless routes that would lead to a variation of answers.
thus i chose what i wanted to believe.

love is a commodity, a luxurious one.
everybody needs love (some form of it), a necessity to keep sane, to feel alive.
we covet after it, an indulgence, that which we take comfort and pleasure.
some find what they're looking for, some search throughout eternity but never discover it.
we want more when we find it, yet when we lose it, we tell ourselves that a minuscule portion of that which was lost would suffice. how ironic. how precious.

its value? invaluable.
but someone first had to pay an invaluable price for it - salvation, kinship, friendship; a mother to her child, a husband to his wife, a ruler to his people...

i realized equality does not exist and never will, for we are flawed.
love given or taken cannot be measured.
you might only know who took the first step, who first paid the price and thereafter will be no end.
love knows no bounds.
love resides in eternity