Pain is the price you pay for love.

I read another blog that talks about love.
Every day it posts pictures and stories about heartache, about longing, about fulfilment and passion.
About romance, betrayal, ruined pasts and happy ever afters.
Sometimes its really hard to read.
And others, it makes you believe again.

One post talked about how a girl had lost everything and most importantly she has lost her one love. She finished the post by saying that the thing that hurt the most was that all she wanted was a hug from the one boy she lost.

Then I read that pain is the price we pay for love....

When I was sat down today I saw a small child run to his dad. He than ran back to his toys. He than ran towards a door and than back to his dad. It became evident that the small child, who's name I will never know, ran at every opportune moment he could.

Truth is we're all running. Running away from a dead end job. Running from the people who taunt you. The truth. The settled down life. Your fears. Love.

Or is that the pessimistic way of looking at it? Maybe we're running towards new opportunities. Running towards people who love you. New experiences. Your dreams. Love.

Wherever we're heading we're getting there fast. If having love in this world means dealing with pain then surely its worth it. Everythings worth it. I think the hard part is trust. Not even just trusting other people. Having trust in yourself that no matter what happens everything will be okay.

"Everythings okay in the end... If its not okay then its not the end"

inspired by Le Love http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/