Why do we love?

ok, 2 entries a day is wierd i noe, but im bored k?

it is sad sometimes that on the surface one may give the appearance of brilliance and wonders while deep down inside they are laterally the oposite, that v v sad.. if onli they were what i would imagine them to be lke for eternal life, how nice would that be?

have u ever seen a person in ur life that u thought that he or she is so ideal, so nice, so wonderful, so understanding.. yet after u get to noe him or her, understand the psychological conflicts in his or her mind, u start to back away, suddenly he or she doesn't even shine in ur eyes anymore, no more glimmers, his or her brightness starts to fade...

another sad truth in life... sigh, so many sad truth in life, why do we bother to endure life then?

The dark is generous.

Its first gift is concealment: our true faces lie in the dark beneath our skins, our true hearts remain shadowed deeper still. But the greatest concealment lies not in protecting our secret truths, but in hiding from us the truths of others.

The dark protects us from what we dare not know.

Its second gift is comforting illusion: the ease of gentle dreams in night's embrace, the beauty that imagination brings to what would repel in day's harsk light. But the greatest of its comforts is the illusion that the dark is temporary: that every night brings a new day. Because the day is temporary.

Day is the illusion.

Its third gift is the light itself: as the days are defined by the nights that divide them, as stars are defined by the infinite black through which we wheel, the dark embraces the light, and brings it forth from the center of its own self.

With each victory of the light, it is the dark that wins.