Love: The Second of The Lively Hallows

Hello, dear friends and readers.

It’s Jack here again, with another piece of my soul to share. Today, I want to explore something that has fueled countless stories, songs, and dreams: love. It’s the second of the three Lively Hallows I mentioned earlier.Words can describe almost everything, yet love remains the hardest to capture. Why? Because love wears a thousand different faces. It’s an emotion that takes countless shapes, each with its own hue. But somehow, no matter how different they seem, we call them all by the same name: love.

Think about it:

• Loving parents is a feeling that comes from birth, a bond born within us, almost subconscious.

• Loving friends is magnetic, pulling us back together, no matter how far apart we drift

• Loving siblings is the shared feeling of the same blood flowing through your veins.

• Loving a partner is the deep feeling that makes you share the most precious and intimate parts of yourself.

• Loving children is the feeling of legacy, the continuation of your soul.

• Loving what you do is the spark that gives you wings.

• Loving places is that cozy, comforting feeling that wraps around you like a warm blanket.
  

At first glance, these feelings seem entirely different, don’t they? But why do we call them all love? It’s because they create invisible threads that bind us to the people, things, and places we cherish. And all these threads lead to one single place—your heart. If you ask me:

"Real wealth isn’t about money or things. It’s about how many love threads you’ve woven into your heart and the number of hearts that hold a thread for you."

But here’s the catch: the more threads you have, the more vulnerable you become. Each thread is fragile, and when one breaks, the pain is felt right in the core of your heart. It’s a pain that’s hard to carry.

Yet, isn’t that vulnerability a sign that you’re truly alive? Losing some of these threads is a part of life—one we cannot escape. The only thing we can do is keep creating new ones, again and again. As Alfred Lord Tennyson said:

"’Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."

So, let’s not fear the pain that comes with love, but embrace it as a sign that we’ve lived fully and deeply. The threads of love may break at times, but each new connection brings new happiness that makes life worth living.

With dreams, stories, and a touch of magic, Jack

P.S. Today, I’ve opened my heart a little wider, hoping that some of you will add a new thread to it.