I'm honest, friendly, acceptive, calm, rough, can be unpatiente
reading, talking to my friends, writing, drawing, taking long walks, watching anime, dancing...
Is it possible for the rose to say, "I will give my fragrance to the good people who smell me, but I will withhold it from the bad?" Or is it possible for the lamp to say, "I will give my light to the good people in this room, but I will withhold it from the evil people"? Or can a tree say, "I'll give my shade to the good people who rest under me, but I will withhold it from the bad"? These are images of what LOVE is about.
Death is end of our journey, love is our path, and the birth we gave is our need. So where is the point of life? I guess it must be in life itself, our path, our battle, our experiences and knowing who we really are...