Mercantilism

If you love something, let it go... unless it loves you back. Then, my friend, hold on for dear life. Whatever it is is worth more than anything in this world. It is a lifelong search completed. An elusive dream of the masses. Reciprocation is what we strive for. Love is not an investment. Do not waste it on those who do not appreciate it.

To the receivers, appreciate those who give. Don't reward kindness with animosity, good intentions with put downs, a kind word with a call out. You are not that important, you are not that cool, you are not that pretty. People will take abuse from a pretty face. This phenomenon has perplexed me for quite some time. Is a flower's poison any less deadly than that of a venomous snake? Obsessions with appearance and status: they're all around us. We are blinded by it.

We commend evil. We reward it. We shower it with attention as long as it benefits us in return. Doesn't anyone ever stop to ask why anymore?

Immerse yourself in love as Thom Yorke taught us. Screw these status symbols. Screw wasting time struggling along the long road to the middle. I don't have to earn anyone's approval. I don't have to earn anyone's love. Your condescending way of life no longer phases me. I am who I am, where I am, when I am. And I am okay with that.