A thing of fate

No matter how much love a person receives or possesses throughout their life, everyone has a desire to give, receive, and share it.

Regardless of the direction of giving and receiving, if that circulation is not smooth, the person will break down and perish

I received love from the beginning. I was born into this world and grew up receiving my parents' love and affection. Surely, in addition to their love, I would have received love from anywhere else. And then, I would have started giving love too. From loving a small doll, leaving affection for my favorite clothes or notebook, to eventually falling in love with someone. I would have given love in the most passionate way possible, regardless of the size of the love I received.

At some point, when the love I had became so great that it became difficult for me to contain all, it turned into a kind of goose that laid golden eggs and continued to reproduce more than I needed. For now, I embrace a presence that gives and fills me with love regardless of my efforts. And when it overflows, it becomes a kind of my own ability. To share love, unconditionally.

One day I've been loved over and over again, and I thought I had nothing to pour my love into. Perhaps it was because it was too perfect?

There are so many imbalances in the world, do I receive and fill my lack from other people, and others do the same?