"Wednesday, March 14, 2007 at 5:55pm"
What is meant by the love of living? Is it coincidental to an individual’s love for life? Can it be that it is not just about the life that is surrounding you but about you embracing your living with the same intensity with which it engulfs you? Maybe it is about living without regrets, maybe it is very tangible, this love; very attainable, not too far from reach. For some the love of living is synonymous to doing well in school, pursuing a great career or following a lively passion. For some it seems to dwindle between a distinct definition and a vague imagination.
Life changes. It changes rapidly and drastically and quietly and permanently. It changes with the last autumn leaf falling or the river changing its track.
Sometimes the love of living becomes clustered with foggy mornings, sleepless nightmare streaked nights and endless beginnings. And it becomes a set of intangible emotions and left over memories. Cluttered and suffocated. That’s when perhaps the love is gone. And living becomes so lifeless, so pretentious."
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