Love

Love is ephemeral. It doesn't have viscosity. It can't be measured, or weighed. There is no comparing it. It can't be placed on a chart showing losses or gains.

Loving more than one thing does not diminish the love available for others. If it is diminished in some way, that little part wasn't love, but something else.

It is not a museum piece that becomes more valuable if it is exclusive. It is not a prize or a trophy. 

It's complicated. It is honestly easier to talk about what love is not than what it is, because what is it?

Perhaps it is the breath of God, or perhaps it is the voice of creation coming into being. Maybe it is one of nature's elements we haven't identified yet.

I don't know.

I only know that the presence of it in any way, shape, or form, is empowering and sweet.