Summary: Love. It’s a word that is bandied about and so often used/misused in life. Or else used for things that are really not the same at all. I love dark chocolate. I love my brother. They’re kind of different things, right?! Also, love gets tarred with a kind of pink sparkles and glitter type vibe. Like it’s nice and sweet. But the love I am talking about is a force AND the only way to live, as it happens… What am I talking about? Well before I get started talking about living from a place of love, it would probably make sense to define what I mean by the word "Love" and go from there. Love is...
