foreigner called "love"

i believe that everyone's life is based on some measure of love, for both themselves and the rest of the world. sometimes it seems that we've become so caught up in loving each other that we've forgotten to love ourselves. and this love... it has nothing to do with pity or guilt, it's not seeing someone on a street corner, begging for food, and putting bread in their jar because you feel you have to. feeding them isn't the same as helping them.

and it's not loving everyone... if we're going to be absolute, blind love is the same as blind hate-- it's unreasonable. so in the end, it's not pity, but respect; it's not guilt, but volition. and if you love the people around you because you know how beautiful they really are, then you've made life worth living. the same goes for ourselves... love yourself.... otherwise, who cares?