Love as the Journey

Life keeps asking us the same question over and over. We walk past strangers preaching their

truths, we see kindness in unexpected faces, and we feel pulled toward something

we can't quite name. The real philosophy isn't in having answers. It's in admitting

we're all wandering toward the same invisible destination. Love isn't a place we arrive at.

It's the movement itself. The walking. The wondering. The willingness

to keep going even when nothing makes sense. Maybe life isn't meant to be understood.

Maybe it's just meant to be shared.