Oscar Wilde said: "Each man kills the thing he loves." I'm going to first assume that by man Oscar means humankind....why is it, or is it at all true that we kill what we love? I've been thinking on this for a couple of days now...and I would like to believe that we don't kill the things we love, but in many forms, we do.....It seems that people get a taste of what it is that they love and they do everything to destroy it. Is it that we don't think that we deserve it? Is it that we feel guilty for having what we love when we judge that others are without a love? What would the world be like if we wouldn't kill what we love, and simply love?
A way to have coffee and conversation with my dear friends!