Once tasted, you can never live without it; the taste of the delicacy called love.
Sometimes I forget why I bother staying on this plain of existence, why I don't press down when I drag the blade across my wrist. Everything is tainted. Nothing is static. Everything is falling apart. The world is evolving, but the people remain the same. It's one big movie and you can't get your money back if you don't like the ending. Why bother with this din of endless noise? Everything I do is a cosmic joke, and God won't leave me alone. Sometimes I think that I'm a waste of flesh, that I have no worth, that I'm nothing but a compost heap waiting to decay. Yet I carry on just to spite Sister Fate. Just to show her that there is something bigger than everything. Bigger than life. Even bigger than God. Every night, I go to bed and I hold my sweetest one close to me and all the raging static is replaced with a new sensation. The sweet intoxication of love.
When science teaches us that we are insignificant, and religion teaches us that we are evil, love teaches us that we are worth something. Love gives us a soul. Love gives us hope.