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Let it be unconditional.

Pocas personas ponen ideas en mi cabeza como lo hiciste el martes :). You bluntly said, "I need to stop fucking caring so much".

Back in 1933, Max Planck stated the following, "Let us get down to bedrock facts. The beginning of every act of knowing, and therefore the starting point of every science, must be our own personal experiences. I am using the word, experience, here in its technical philosophical connotation, namely, our direct sensory perception of ... things. These are the immediate data of the act of knowing. "

Now you're probably thinking, where the hell do these things even connect? You must be crazy. Haha, listen carefully dear...

The dependence on the heart is inevitable. I say it honestly, because sometimes, when I'm sitting in my room, and its 1:00am, I look back a few years, when we were all together, and wonder, what happened? How can something so beautiful just vanish? How is it that I care so much, and others don't? Where is the love? But back when those thoughts flooded my mind, I realized it wasn't about that, and smiled.

I can't think of a better analogy than this slightly cannibalistic one, but life is like what we eat every day. We usually have the same thing for breakfast, and change it up for lunch and dinner. In life, there are friends who may last forever, who deep in your heart, will be there, regardless of everything, and there are others, that will come and go, like that lobster you had that one night. However, what does this all mean?

When you eat your food, you don't expect the animals or plants you are eating to like you. That dear, is precisely what I'm trying to get across.

Unconditional love.

I could try explaining this term for the rest of my life, but I would never get it right. I know its impossible to love someone without a condition, it's like when you fall in love with that one kid, and he doesn't love you back. It's painful, and it sucks, because you expect the people you love to love you back. Everyone does. It makes sense. However, there is one thing, that is far greater than that.

Loving someone, and not expecting anything in return. It sounds impossible, but it lets out the true beauty of what love is. Once we learn to appreciate how much love our heart can give, we don't need to receive love all the time. Don't get me wrong, human beings need love, but its about appreciating the true moments of love that you get, not about expecting them. That way, they always catch you by surprise, that way, your heart pumps a million times faster, and your lips stretch into a smile, because you have felt the beauty of life.

Its these moments which really change my life.

I hope this means something to you :)
qk.

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