What is love? Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, and is your voice caught within your chest?-it isn’t love, it’s like. You can’t keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right?-it isn’t love, it’s lust. Are you proud, and eager to show them off?-it isn’t love, it’s pride. Do you want them because you know they’re there?-it isn’t love, it’s loneliness. Are you there because it’s what everyone wants?-it isn’t love, it’s low confidence. Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don’t want to hurt them?-it isn’t love, it’s pity. Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?-it isn’t love, it’s infatuation. Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?-it isn’t love, it’s friendship. Do you tell them every day that they are the only one you think of?-it isn’t love, it’s a lie. Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake?-it isn’t love, it’s charity. Does your heart ache and break when they’re sad?-then it’s love. Do you cry for their pain, even when they’re strong?-then it’s love. Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?-then it’s love. Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there?-then it’s love. Do you accept their faults because they’re a part of who they are?-then it’s love. Are you attracted to others but stay with them faithfully without regret?-then it’s love. Would you give them your heart, your life, your death? Think about it for a second.
What is love?
In math, a problem.
In history, a battle.
In science, it’s a reaction.
In art, it’s a <3 But to me? Love always will and simply be You.
I need one of these.
Get tattos of blank strategy frameworks. Then, in the middle of a client meeting, roll up your sleeves, pull out a sharpie, and diagram your analysis of their opportunities.