imagine if
love of all things
When we eat too much ~ what we really want is love. When we cling too hard to money ~ what we really want is love. When “he’s just looking for attention” ~ attention is a form of love. When we become addicted to work and success: success is approval & praise from others. What we’re really after is love.
Love is the meaning of life. What else can it be? I don’t know why people keep asking.
Another way to frame this: life is the result of an unending chain of meaningless coincidence. It has only the meaning we give it. The meaning we give it is, the things we love. Most of which ain’t things.
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