For those who have fallen from high places, congratulations .For those who haven't, just wish you won't ever. Short piece. :P The string of questions in par. 5 is a quote from Stephenie Meyer's The Host I particularly like. :D Enjoy. ^__^
I've been wondering, given one chance to answer, what I treasure most in this world. There are lots of things I dearly love and cherish -- friends, family, Edward, for a few examples. But which is the one I treasure most? Loved ones start from my parents, my best friends, classmates, pets, books, music -- the list goes on and on.
I got home at six o'clock in the evening, took a shower, changed to my pajamas -- no point in getting redressed for the night, anyway -- and sat myself in front of my computer. I still had not given myself an answer for that question yet, and my mind was still buzzing about it as it had for a few hours already. I signed into Yahoo! messenger, read an amazing fanfic, played the guitar for a bit, and sat back down.
Then it hit me. Hit me in the form of an IM, of all things. I realize that what I treasure most in this world is the gentle yet overpowering hum that makes everything, even time, irrelevant. That subtle but immutable tug that pulls me towards what is probably a million or so things and entities. The single, most important tie I have to the One who created me -- love.
The word in itself strikes me every time I come across it -- all those times I've read it, heard someone say it, or say it myself. I think it clearly every time I say it, as if I could etch the very word into my body, like a tattoo, or my mind, or even my soul.
I guess it is the one thing no one’s really ever figured out. They say it can’t be defined. It’s almost ineffable in its value, its depth. How much is physical? How much the mind? How much accident, and how much fate? Why did perfect matches crumble and impossible couples thrive? Love simply is where it is.
Looking back, I was asked what I treasure most, and my choices were the ones I loved. Clearly, I've been thick there. Love and treasure aren't the same, but they are kin. And all the ones I treasure are all the things I love. So, hypothetically, a person without love treasures only what is not made of love. And hypothetically, treasures nothing of importance.
So, if ever I'm asked that question in Miss Universe or whatnot, there's my little speech. Doubt I'll ever have to deliver it, though.
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