Monday, September 28, 2015


To be loved, my dear, 
may not be the essence of life
for it could be selfishness to think solely
of what the world puts on your hands.
It is rather a need, undoubtedly,
to feel that you're in somebody's heart,
for knowing your worth
can keep you alive.

To be loved, indeed,
isn't the quintessence of life,
for it's often about choosing between 
saving your own skin and sacrifice.
But still, how vital it is!
For it is through receiving
that you learn to give,
it is through being consoled
that you learn to console,
and it is through being loved
that you learn to love.
And that, my dear,
is the essence of life.