“And, in the end The love you take
is equal to the love you make.”
― Paul McCartney

For the longest time in my life, I have just come to the realization that love, similar to respect, is earned.

We don’t give our love easily as we don't give our bodies/wants/possessions that easily as well.

“Love is the highest form of our values as a person” says Ms. Ayn Rand .  She adds, "love is the upward glance, adoration, worship..."

As I go along, however, the more I decipher what love is, the more confused I become. Shall I go through life searching for the one to 'adore', to 'worship', to 'love'? As human beings, we are capable of so much indiosyncracies. How can one 'adore', 'worship' or 'love' a fellow human being that is flawed and imperfect?

I still have to learn the ways and meanings of what real love is and answer the question of whether I am truly capable of such a strong passion...